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mikeyhatesit113 · 3 years

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forever and never: Chapter 11

It’s 2009, and Janie and I are driving home from a nice dinner. The radio is up, and Janie is singing along to the old-school hip-hop melody blaring from the speakers.

Janie closes her eyes, vibing to the music.

“It’s all because of you, I’m feeling sad and blue, You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days...”

Janie opens her eyes and points to me from the passenger seat, smirking.

“I love you so, how much you’ll never know, Cause you took your dope away from me.”

I had fallen deeply for her.

But suddenly, I felt like I was just falling.

I jolt awake in my bed. A crash landing back to reality.

Of course, I hadn’t been in that deep of a sleep anyway. In fact, the only thing in the world I wanted was to fall into a deep sleep.

It had to be late night, for the room was full of darkness.

A lonely pit of hell.

But I wasn’t completely alone, per se. No, my imagination was right there with me, leering at me through the endless black.

It wasted no time in reminding me that I was alone on top of a box spring mattress cushioned by only blankets, and she was in another bed. Somewhere else. With someone else.

Doing whatever else.

Not that my brand new queen-sized bed would have been much more comfortable.

The queen-sized bed that was still sitting in our townhouse unoccupied, I hoped.

The $1600 queen-sized bed I had bought for her just 2 weeks prior to our breakup because her back hurt.

The queen-sized bed I had told her not to sleep on. And in a futile effort to provide an obstacle, I threw my clothes and football jerseys on top of it before I left the house.

If her and Steppenwolf wanted to have sex on it, they’d have to remove my clothing or just do the deed on top of my Tony Romo jerseys. Of course, neither scenario would be romantic for them, I was willing to bet.

And 48 hours after my Labor Day Sunday departure, my buddy and I were hauling that queen-sized bed out of the house and onto a box truck.

The same exact box truck I had used just two years prior when I moved out during the Corey incident.

But it would be for good, this time. That’s what I kept telling myself. After all that had happened, and all that I knew, I couldn’t see any sort of reality where we’d embrace eachother again.

My buddy and I searched the house for anything that was solely mine.

Anything that was ours? I left behind.

Furniture, lamps, the kitchen table, pots, pans, cups...etc.

Her children didn’t deserve to return to the skeletal remains of a place they knew as home. In fact, it was rather depressing how normal the place still looked after I removed all of my things.

It was as if I hadn’t existed at all, which was the goal.

However, when it came to things that were considered ours, I made one single exception.

My car.

The beautiful Lancer that she loved was coming with me, as it was solely in my name and I couldn’t risk a repossession.

After we slid the back of the box truck shut, I went inside the house and soaked in the deathly silence of a place that had seemed to hold so much love at times.

Our pictures still on the wall. Our leftovers still in the refrigerator.

I tossed my house key on the kitchen table that had held countless dinners and meals. I walked out the door, ready to leave it all behind me.

After dropping all of my worldly possessions off in a tiny 5x10 storage unit and then returning the box truck, my buddy and I sped through town in the Lancer.

That night, I was serenaded by a different tune as my buddy belted out the lyrics to The Black Keys’ “Next Girl”.

“Oh my next girl Will be nothing like my ex-girl. I made mistakes back then, I’ll never do it again. Oh my next girl, She will be nothing like my ex-girl. It was a painful dance, Now I got a second chance.”

Of course, that moment in the car with my buddy was one of the few high points.

High points came in small numbers, while the valleys I staggered through were innumerable.

No one wants to speak of those. No one wants to live through them.

That’s why many people hop from one person to the next with no time lapse in between, to avoid in the pain.

But it’s the only way.

The only way out of the fire was through the inferno.

I could not eat. I couldn’t sleep. I could not shut my mind off. This went on for days.

I fall out just long enough to wake up in sweat, tortured by mental images and physical heartache.

I’d look at my phone, a part of me begging to see her number.

A missed call. A text message. Something to show me that she still cared.

Something to let me know that she was hurting too. A single hope, no matter how faint, that she was thinking of me too.

I’d get no such relief.

I was angry to be alone, but other times, that’s all I wanted. I wanted the consolation from others. I needed to hear people assure me that it was going to be ok. But just as important, I needed them to abruptly leave me the fuck alone when I wanted space.

I had been a step-dad for 4 strong years. I had watched the boys grow. I had bought Janie nice gifts. Holidays, birthdays, family gatherings...

But as a step-parent, you have to accept something; if your relationship fails, then it all goes away.

The kids you took care of? No longer yours.

The responsibilities you shared together? Not your problem anymore.

You were merely a spoke in the wheel, and the wheel will continue spinning without you.

My friends and family were incredibly patient with me. I needed to talk about my pain quite a bit, and they always dropped what they were doing to hear me out.

Listen to me repeat myself, and question how she could act as if nothing ever happened.

They knew what to say during times I was simply inconsolable.

I remember the day I began to see a slight glimmer of hope.

My uncle and I had just returned from a pizza shop, where I ordered a sub I could not bring myself to eat, and we were sitting at home. Dusk was approaching, and as usual, I felt the dread rising in my chest.

Another sleepless night on the horizon with nothing but haunting thoughts and memories.

My grandmother arrived home shortly after we did, and she saw me sitting on the front porch agonizing over Janie, stuck in the same old routine of beating myself up.

“Michael,” she said. “You think she’s this great person, and she isn’t. You put her up on this...pedestal...and she isn’t all that,” she said angrily. “She’s NOT all that. Fuck her!”

A silence followed her words, as my moment of sadness was interrupted by the utter shock of hearing Helen Pper use the F word. It happened less often than viewing Haley’s Comet.

She was serious, and she was tired of seeing me hurt over someone she never cared for in the first place.

“She seemed rather fake,” she said, recalling dinners she attended that Janie had invited her to. “She wanted everyone to believe she was perfect.”

There was something about that moment that propelled me forward, and over the next week, being by myself got a little easier, and moments with my friends became more entertaining.

I felt normality creeping back in, and I welcomed it with open arms.

Sleep had even got a tad bit better, especially when I came home one day to find a brand new twin bed mattress and box spring sitting in the hallway.

My grandmother simply had the handbook on giving a shit about me, and giving me hope when all else seemed lost.

That’s the kind of woman she was. You never had to ask. She always just did.

As fate would have it though, fools always find a way to rush in.

And one day, Janie called me.

“How’s it going?” she asked me.

“It’s ok,” I replied.

“I’ve been ok,” she said. “I went hiking.”

This caught me off guard, because if my memory served me correctly, Janie was never into hiking.

“I reached the top of this peak,” she said, beginning to sob on the other end of the phone. “I was sweaty and dirty, but I was just so damn proud of myself. It was beautiful, and I cried, because I just wanted to tell you all about it,” she said.

I listened to her words, trying to understand this new version of her. After 3 weeks apart, and she sounded like a new person.

“Who’d you go hiking with?” I asked.

“A few friends from work,” she replied.

“Is Steppenwolf around?” I asked.

“No, we’re just friends,” she said.

We didn’t speak of divorce, and we said nothing about finalizing the distance between us. Which gave me hope, and then I asked...

“Can I see the boys?”

“Uh.”

“I really miss them, and I’d love to see them.”

“I dunno, Ekim. It doesn’t feel like the right time,” she said apologetically.

We hung up, and I was alone again.

On a damp, dreary evening, hope had visited. And then it left as quickly as it had come.

Days later though, it returned. With a vengeance.

“Let’s grab dinner,” she said.

We chose a local steakhouse, and as we sat in the dim decorative lights, we talked about how life had treated us the past few weeks.

We laughed. We responded to eachother’s quirks and quips.

Suddenly, we were in sync again.

One thing led to another, and we decided to spend the night together.

Not at my grandmother’s house, though. And not at the house we had shared together up until 3 weeks ago.

For some reason, she didn’t want to go back there that night.

“We should get a hotel together,” she said with the excitement of a spontaneous backpacker.

“Yeah!” I agreed quickly, feeling myself fall for her all over again. It was as if I had willingly forgiven, and forgotten about, all the pain I had just lived through.

None of that mattered now. She cared about me. She missed me.

We had found eachother. One more thing we’d overcome.

We were in love again.

We ran back to our respective homes and packed overnight bags. I came downstairs, and my grandmother looked at me curiously.

“Where ya headed, kiddo?” she asked.

“Oh, my buddy is having a video game party tonight, so I’ll just sleep there and go to work in the morning,” I said. “Oh, ok,” she said with a smile. “Have a good time!”

I ran out the door, and my car sped to the hotel we had decided on. She met me in the parking lot, and we went into the room together.

That night, I suppressed all thoughts of why we couldn’t just go home to spend the night together.

The only thing I cared about was having her back in my arms, where we both belonged. No matter how cheap the room felt, or how strange it looked with the nearby restaurant lights creeping through the blinds.

We were together again.

The next morning, I showered, got ready, and left that hotel room for work as she also got ready for work. Our two separate camps probably wouldn’t be fond of hearing where we’d spent the night, and we had no intention of telling them.

We were married, what was it their business?

So what if they had spent the past few weeks gluing our pieces back together? That didn’t mean we owed them anything. If they were truly on our side, they’d support us no matter what.

Of course, that night at the hotel was simply a spark that relit our inferno.

Blazing. White hot. Consuming.

The next night, we met at a bar to watch a football game, like old times. Afterwards, after 3 long weeks, I finally returned home.

We walked back through the front door as different people, but after taking one step inside, my eyes seemed to be deceiving me.

There had been far more changes than I thought.

Nothing was the same.

And it wouldn’t be.

“And now I’m running to you, trying to find myself, But I don’t even know where to start. I guess that time has a way of keeping nothing the same, Cuz I don’t even know who you are. Oh, I hate this feeling. You don’t feel like home.” Papa Roach “Feel Like Home”

NOTE: Though this is my side of the story, including my own personal recollections and opinions, the reader should not consider this note anything other than a work of literature. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

#never #forever #marriage #karma #taylor swift #broken #papa roach #relationships #breakups #depression #relationship advice #marriedlife #divorce #suicide #mental health #self help #counselling

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somefantasticplace · 3 years

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THE MIRROR INTERVIEW

Bob Mortimer, the shorter half of Reeves & Mortimer, has made a fortune out of being daft. He and Jim Moir, Vic Reeves' alter ego, have become famous for making clever and surrealist comedy that looks very similar to two blokes whacking each other with frying pans, farting and wearing inside-out footballs on their heads. They have been labelled childish, silly and rude and stand guilty as charged. But even Bob was shocked when he realised his comic genius was too immature for his four year old son, Harry.

"The only bit of Reeves & Mortimer my son has ever seen is us hitting each other with frying pans," Bob says with a sigh. "He got really upset. He said, 'Why is he hitting you daddy?' I said "Well, its just being funny." Harry looked at him with disdain. 'Hitting people is not funny,' he told his dad.

"The funny thing is that me and Jim have never had an argument, ever," Bob says. "We spend half the time on TV smacking each other and arguing. But we've never had a real argument."

The pots and pans are polystyrene and most of the props are balsa wood, but he and Vic still injure each other. "When we did Big Night Out we were terrible," he says of their first TV venture. "We're rubbish at pretend punching and hitting and there were no retakes so we just had to punch each other." He winces at the memory. "In one bit, Jim had to rip off half the lid of the desk and smack me on the head with it. One half was balsa wood and the other was proper wood. He picked up the wring half!" Bob mimes being attacked by a heavy wooden desk. "It looked fantastic on telly," he adds proudly. "There's stuff coming out of my nose..."

Harry, you reflect, wouldn't be very impressed. But then Bob knows keeping millions of TV viewers amused is child's play compared to entertaining his kids. When he's not filming, he's a full-time dad. "It's shattering," he admits, rubbing tired, pinprick eyes. "My kids are three and four and in the mornings it gets to 11am and I think 'I've been entertaining the kids for five hours already." The comic never knew his own father, who died when he was six. "My father's death was probably the defining moment of my life. Which is strange in a way because I don't remember him. The only thing I can remember is him walking out of a door." He looks sad when he says this. "When me dad died he was a salesman, selling Fox's biscuits."

He was insistent about the type - crumble crunch - and the brand, Fox's. It seemed eccentric but it suddenly makes sense. He's maintaining a link to the father he can't remember.

"I don't know if he would be proud of what I do," Bob continues. "He might disapprove - I never knew him to know what he liked." "I don't want to be dull about it. I don't miss him because I don't remember him, but I do sort of know that his death made me the person I am."

What sort of person is he? "I'm a compulsive helper - that's probably what a shrink would diagnose. I always want to help." "I tried to be strong for me mam when my dad died. It was selfish, I suppose, because I knew that if I lost my mam I'd have nothing. That's what I'm like. I try to be nice to people so they'll need me, so they don't f*** off".

In all the years since he was 12, 41 year old Bob has never been out of a relationship. "I've been with my girlfriend, Lisa, 10 years now," he says.

Comedy may be the new rock and roll, but Bob's a domestic animal. Even his face is sleepy and cat-like. "Even before we had kids, we weren't exactly wild," he says. "Most of our time was spent sitting on the settee watching the box, going to Ikea, getting up late on Saturdays..."

His mum was a cookery teacher and spent the war "at the Ministry of Food showing people what to do with powdered eggs." Her son makes a fine ox-tongue, he says. "I can do all those tricky things. I can do all the jams - and I love my vegetable patch. The first time you actually plant something and it grows is magic."

Seeing Bob on the TV, zipping about like a hyperactive kid on high E numbers, it's hard to picture him making jam and tending to cabbages. But it's even harder to imagine that he was once a grey-suited solicitor, the sort of bloke that no one noticed. "They must be gobsmacked if they've seen me on telly," he says of his former colleagues at Southwark Council's legal centre. "Nobody noticed me there at all."

One night, on the way to the pub after work, a man suddenly came up behind him and held a knife to his throat. "It happened dead fast," recalls Bob. "I thought, 'I'm being mugged!' but all of a sudden he put his knife back in his pocket and said 'Oh hello Mr Mortimer, I didn't know it was you.' "It was one of my regular clients. I'd represented him in court about 15 times. He was a professional mugger."

Apart from the near mugging, life carried on quietly and Bob might have continued being invisible, except for a chance meeting at a pub in South London... with a man performing a comedy act with a ladder and a lump of lard. Bob started heckling from the audience and Jim Moir invited him on stage. There was a clap of thunder somewhere in the comic heavens and Vic & Bob were born. From then on, every Thursday, he and Jim performed their irresistibly bizarre double act.

"When I first met Jim, Thursday nights were a bright spot in my life," Bob admits. "Working with Jim cracks me up and no one can make Jim laugh like I can."

Their pub act was spotted by Jonathan Ross's brother Adam and, on his recommendation, Michael Grade signed the pair up for Channel 4. In a hangover from those days, the duo always drank four weak pints of lager before performing a show. "We always drank," says Bob. "In the pub in New Cross we wouldn't be on until 11 O'clock, by which time we'd have had four pints. Now I'd be scared not to...

"People think we're mad because we need four pints of lager, under 3.4% proof. Four pints of strong lager and we'd be drunk. It's a fine line. You need to get that familiar feeling but it would be terrible if you were actually drunk," he laughs. "I have to admit that we were very drunk on Jonathan Ross's New Years Eve Special. I can't remember what we said. I don't even know if they showed it." When Vic and Bob were first on telly, Bob lived in a homeless shelter in South London. He'd left his native Middlesbrough to work at the council and had nowhere to live. The best the council could offer was the shelter and, as far as Bob could see, it had everything a young man could need - a roof, a bed and a decent pub nearby. He stayed there for five years.

"When we'd just become famous I used to think I'd love to be on Through the Keyhole," Bob says. He impersonates Lloyd's weird vowels and imagines him walking around the hostel: Whoo liiives heeere??"

He only left when the place went up in flames. "One of the nutters who lived there burnt it down one Easter," he says matter-of-factly. "I came back from me mam's at Easter and had nowhere to live. So I got a council flat instead." He scratches his chin. "You know, I wouldn't like to be one of those comedians straight from university," he says, thoughtfully. "I don't know how you get any perspective on it when life's always been as lovely as that. You haven't had a real life. How can you be happy?" Bob screws up his face and contemplates the present. He lives in a beautiful house Kent with Lisa and their two children. He and Vic are planning a new comedy series and have also been given lots of money for a film script which they keep forgetting to finish. A new series of Shooting Stars starts this month, with added sketches and the inspired choices of novelist Will Self and comedian Johnny Vegas to replace Mark Lamarr.

Comic quiz shows abound but Vic and Bob remain masters of their genre. Who else would have Debbie McGee abseil across the studio or have Michael Winner sniff out "dirty boys" using an elephants trunk? It is utterly, plainly, deliriously daft. But then, Reeves & Mortimer have made daft an art form.

"If you've nothing to compare it to it's not that much of a laugh in the end, being on the box," says Bob, seriously. "But I tell you something - it's absolute heaven compared to working with a council." The Mirror

Jan 2002

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spaceshipkat · 5 years

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What would you do if Destiel doesn't become canon?

i think it would depend on your idea of canon. do i need them to fall into bed together to be canon? no. do i need them to kiss to be canon? also no. i’d be fucking catatonic if they held hands; if we saw a shot of them sharing the same bed while leaning back against the pillows, shoulders touching while they do research; if one, while leaving for a hunt, kissed the other’s head on his way out or brushed hands with a look and a soft “be careful”; if Cas became mortal and Dean retired from hunting and they shared a house together (okay this is just inspired from one of my fav destiel fics; it’s glorious, so go read it, but trigger warning for recreational drug use and explicit content).

basically, destiel as 100% canon, to me, would be Dean and Cas verbally confirming they’re spending the rest of their lives together, that even through the ups and downs (such as what they experienced in the latter half of season 14, bc that was hella domestic/marital conflict) they’ll be there come what may, that they’ve chosen each other out of absolutely everyone they know.

i don’t need a kiss or sex to prove that it’s canon to me. i just need the small things that scream of romantic love, and then it’s canon.

so if none of that happens? if there are no tiny moments of hand-holding? the show would probably feel like the greatest queerbait, but given the trajectory of the story of destiel (and the story overall, both for the individual characters and the group arc overall) and where it ended at 14x20 (and the fact we had Dean finally let go his dad’s abusively-ingrained beliefs), i’m confident it’ll be made canon, even if that’s through subtext akin to banging pots and pans together. the writers aren’t exactly subtle with the subtext anymore, and i have faith that the writers will bring them together by the end of 15x20 no matter their distance in s14: rather than it being Dean having the problem with Cas or Cas having the problem with Dean, it was the both of them having the same problem to face with different outlooks on it, but what Dean did in 14x20 (not killng Jack and telling God to fuck off) really changed the game for himself, for destiel, and for the eventual culmination of the deancas arc.

i mean i’m still not over the way Dean said “doctor” when Cas appeared in 14x12 since it was completely and gloriously mirrored by Sam’s amused “doctor”. there was a huge “haha my friend is in disguise” from Sam, what with his amused smirk, and a huge “oh my jesus fucking lord” from Dean, what with his gravel voice and intense look. there was also the way Dean reacted to seeing Cas after he was “free” from Michael in 14x03, which was a huge “oh look it’s my husband” moment (i probably replayed that scene a dozen times bc i could not get over the swell of romantic music and the tender eye-kissing between both Cas and Dean). and then there’s the way Dean reacted to Cas’ death and the way Cas reacted to Dean’s possession by Michael, since they were also humongous tells into their relationship. you just need to look for the small things to recognize that they really are 99% canon. fulfilling that 1%, in my book, would simply be, as i’ve mentioned already, verbal confirmation (or something as small as holding hands). at the end of Good Omens, Crowley and Aziraphale are both on their own side, fought to be free of Heaven and Hell together, and ended up at the Ritz to say “to the world” in the same tone of voice as “i love you” and that was enough for us to all lose our shit bc we just knew that they were canon. we didn’t need more.

Good Omens actually came out at the perfect time, tbh, bc it showed that you can make something canon without two characters falling into bed or making out on screen, especially queer characters (i am so goddamn tired of queer people being sexualized to prove we’re queer, like fuck off with that attitude, y’know?), and given the myriad audience that Supernatural has, i don’t think Cas and Dean banging would go over well--nor do i want them to on-screen. it would feel incongruous with their relationship arc, and dare i say a tad overkill.

i’m rambling and it’s bc i’ve had too much caffeine and too many carbs today and i’m all jittery as a result, but hopefully something in here makes sense. to me, they’re already 99% canon. any of my musings up in paragraph 1 would simply be the icing on the cake and bring that 99% canon to 100%.

#ask #anonymous #destiel #supernatural #deancas #good omens #ineffable husbands #queer tw #i think that's everything #kat rambles #throw that in there too #drug mention

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dramaticwrites · 5 years

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Conversations in the Dark

Title: Conversations in the Dark

Fandom: Be More Chill

AO3 Link: Here

Pairing: Rich & Jeremy Friendship, Jeremy/Michael, Rich/Jack

Summary: Jeremy can’t sleep so instead he and Rich talk.

“You make it sound like I was awful before.” Rich’s spat out, his lisp catching on the s sound.

“N-no I didn’t mean like that.” Jeremy said quickly. “I mean, y-you were pretty bad with the Squip but I mean I was j-just curious which parts were real.”

“A-are you scared?” Jeremy's voice crept out of the darkness, not even sure if Rich was awake. The room had been quiet for the past half hour except for the whirl of some of the machines occasionally, mostly from Rich’s side of the room. The lights had been turned off for at least an hour and with all the sleeping he had done lately Jeremy thought for sure the trend would continue for at least a few more days, or at least he had hoped that would be the case. It turns out his insomnia didn’t really care too much about exhaustion or sleep, at least anymore than it ever did before he had a Squip to be his own mental valium. The only downside was the Squip caused even more exhaustion than his insomnia ever did which was saying something due to all the tears he had cried trying to get himself to fall asleep when his head was being too loud in the emptiness of his room.

“Are you talking about of the dark.” Rich’s voice called back, and Jeremy if his heart racing was happiness that Rich was awake to talk with or lingering nerves reminding him this was the guy who tormented him for over a year. “I mean you can turn on a light if you want”

Jeremy was grateful for the cover of darkness to cover up what was probably a bright red face. “No I-I mean like of life without the Squip.” In his hands his fingers messed with the frayed edges of the hospital blanket hoping to distract himself from the current conversation.

“Nah...no…I mean I guess a little” Rich said, taking long pauses between each word, clearly trying to think of the most honest answer. In the past year of being tortured by Rich, Jeremy can’t remember him ever sounded as pensive as he did at this moment. “But like there’s a lot of me I missed.”

“Like what?” Jeremy asked,

“You make it sound like I was awful before.” Rich’s spat out, his lisp catching on the s sound.

“N-no I didn’t mean like that.” Jeremy said quickly. “I mean, y-you were pretty bad with the Squip but I mean I was j-just curious which parts were real.”

There was a long pause and Jeremy was starting to think Rich may have fallen back to sleep until he heard, “I like video games and doodling...I always used to doodle on my homework.” Rich said slowly, as if he was trying to think carefully. “And I had a dozen D and D books, but I mean I never played before because that required friends.” His voice trailed off as if remembering a story he didn’t want to think about

“I’ve never played before either.” Jeremy volunteered. “Maybe you could teach me.”

“Really?” Rich asked eagerly.

“Yeah could be fun.” And to his surprise, it did sound kind of fun. He had never really had any desire to play but people talked highly of it. Plus, it seemed to make Rich happy which Jeremy was surprised to find also made Jeremy a little happy. It wasn’t happy in the way pleasing people made him feel with the Squip, like he was was just adding a notch in his belt. No, this was more like the way he felt when he made Michael smile, like he was back in first grade getting a star for being something.

“Think Headphones would be willing to join us?” Jeremy rolled his eyes at the nickname on impulse.

“Maybe? You can ask him if you want?”

There was a snort on the other side of the room. “Aren’t you two pretty much married enough to speak for the other?”

“Pretty sure I fucked that up incredibly with this whole mess.” He sighed, gesturing to the room, even though Rich couldn’t see. “I can’t believe he can even look at me anymore.” Hell, Jeremy could barely look at himself anymore. Not that it was a new feeling for him, he had spent the past few years looking in the mirror and seeing every flaw that the Squip saw. Not strong enough, not funny enough, not brave enough, not enough...

“Dude I wish I had someone to look at me the way he looks at you.” Rich said firmly, bringing Jeremy out of his thoughts.

“I left him alone. I called him a loser.” Jeremy spat each word sounding more pained than the last. Even with Michael here, he could barely look at him without thinking those words. “I’m sure once he knows I’ll be okay he’ll be gone...I can’t even blame him.” He had one friend before the Squip, gained some friends, and now he was going to end it all alone. Not that he didn’t deserve to be alone.

“Hey, that’s nothing.” Rich said optimistically and Jeremy couldn’t tell if he was happy Rich was trying or sad that Rich had to try. “I burnt down my best friends house and caused him to break both his legs and holy shit!” The last part was shouted from the otherside of the room and caused Jeremy to jump.

Jeremy looked around, panicked. “W-what?” His mind was thinking every awful thing that could have happened.

There was a small moment of silence until he heard Rich squeak out, “Come over here and hug me.” In quick rambled words, his lisp standing out.

“What?” Jeremy asked, unsure of anything that Rich had just asked.

“Just do it.” Rich demanded, though he sounded shaky which had Jeremy climbing out of his bed. Reaching out, Jeremy steadied himself against the frame of the bed feeling his legs go weak under him. It wasn’t the first time today he’d cursed the Squip and most likely wouldn’t be the last, but it was at least nice to blame it for taking his energy rather than everything Jeremy loved. Still, Jeremy reached out and clung to the wall as a support as he shimmied along the wall until he was close enough to fall forward and land against Rich’s bed.

While he thought the biggest problem would be getting over to Rich’s bed without landing face front on the floor, now that he was here he realized this was the easy part. “How do I do this without hurting you?” He asked, eyeing Rich up and down at all the bandages wrapped around him.

Now that he was closer, he could see Rich crack a smile of that for some reason as he spread his arms to the side just slightly. “Just go right here.” He said nodding to the space on his chest.

“Okay.” Jeremy said as he carefully climbed onto the bed as slow as possible. Slowly he lowered himself onto Rich’s chest until the were flush against each other. When it didn’t seem like Rich was in pain, or going to find someone way to bring him into the bathroom and give him a swirly, Jeremy wrapped his arms around Rich as carefully as he could and rested his head on his shoulder. “So not that I don’t mind hugging you but why am I doing this?”

From under him, Jeremy could feel him take a deep breath. “You have to promise not to tell anyone. Except Headphones…you two seem married enough that you share anything.”

“Were not anything but yeah I promise.”

Rich let out an exaggerated groan. “I just realized I’m in love with Jake.”

“Wow.” Jeremy paused, “Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Is he-,” Jeremy hesitated, “you know.”

“Pan.”

“Well, then you have a chance.” Jeremy said encouraging wishing Michael was here. He was so much better at the whole comforting thing.

“I burnt down his house.” Rich said, each words more and more weighted down.

Yeah that’s not really a good start to a relationship.” Jeremy nuzzled down into Rich’s shoulder softly, letting his hair brush against Rich’s chin hoping that it was at least slightly comforting to know he was there.“

It seemed to work because he felt Rich rest his chin against Jeremy’s head. “Wanna sleep here tonight or would Headphones be jealous?”

Jeremy let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. If someone had told him back in August that he would be happy to share a bed, he would wonder what strain of pot Michael had got and if he could get some more. “People help my insomnia. And for the last time Michael and I are just friends.” Not to mention Michael was very familiar with his insomnia, having to deal quite often with a sleep deprived Jeremy.

“But you wish you were more than friends.” Jeremy felt himself tense up as he closed his eyes. “I mean come on I just told you I’m in love with Jake. I don’t even have anyone to tell.” Rich said with a kindness Jeremy didn’t think was possible from a guy who used to shove him into toilets.

“Michael is the best person I know.” Jeremy explained carefully, his eyes closed focusing on each word as he waited for Rich to start laughing. When he didn’t he added, “I realized a long time ago I could never be good enough for him.”

“That’s bullshit.” Rich exclaimed loudly causing Jeremy to wince.

“It’s true.” Jeremy said simply with a small shrug of his shoulder.. “I mean I accepted it long ago so it doesn’t really matter anymore.”

Jeremy could feel Rich attempt to move his arms to wrap around him just slightly despite all the bandages. “It matters to me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend.” Rich explained as if it was the most obviously thing in the world.

“Really?” He couldn’t seem to keep the disbelief out of his voice.

“What you don’t want to be my friend?” Despite the confidence of the words, Jeremy could here the hurt in his voice. Jeremy was a master of knowing that crack in the words.

“N-no! No I mean it's just weird to be friends with someone who tortured you. Like I look at you and see the guy who shoved me into closets,” Jeremy explained quickly, fumbling over his words “B-but listening to you talk? It’s nice.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say because he felt Rich nuzzle the top of his head. “Yeah well if anyone tries to shove you in a closet now they’ll have to listen to me.”

“Thanks.” Jeremy said with a laugh, tightening his arms around Rich I’m glad I’m friends with you...the real you that is.”

“Stop being sentimental and go to sleep.” Rich laughed, nudging Jeremy with his chin but he could almost feel the smile on Rich’s face. Jeremy thought about moving away from Rich’s chest, but he figured if Rich didn’t tell him to move, it was fine with him. And if it wasn’t, closing his eyes for a few moments wouldn’t kill them.

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“Where’s Jeremy?” Michael asked slightly alarmed at the empty bed that greeted him as he walked into the room holding a tray of brightly colored drinks

“Michael?” Jeremy said, his head poking out from under the pile of blankets on Rich’s bed. His hair seemed to curl in every single direction as he blinked owlishly at his best friend. “What are you doing here, aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

“And you’re supposed to be in your own bed.” Michael responded, his eyebrow raised. While Jeremy wasn’t sure, he was pretty sure that if Michael wasn’t holding a tray of drinks he would have his hands on his on his hip. Though there was another look in his eye, something dark that Jeremy couldn’t quite grasp, at least not this early in the morning and without loads of coffee with lots of sugar.

“Insomnia.” Jeremy said plainly with a slight shrug.

With that all of the judgement flooded from Michael’s face, after all the times he came to pick Jeremy up in the morning to find him crying in a closet about just wanting to sleep he knew how bad it could get. “Shit really? I thought the whole exhaustion thing would have covered it. You should have called a nurse.”

“Didn’t really feel like doing drugs.” Jeremy said grimly causing Michael to wince/

“Plus I’m a great cuddler.” Rich piped in happily, dropping his head on top of Jeremy’s who just snorted without looking up.

Michael paused a moment, staring right at the two of them with a small head tilt. “Right well I brought breakfast.” Michael explained, holding up the tray of brightly colored drinks. “Figured you’re picky and would end up not eating so I brought you a smoothie from that place you like. Got you one too Rich.”

“Man you’re amazing.” Rich said, “Like seriously. You know my penis isn’t burnt right?”

Jeremy turned bright red at that comment however Michael just blinked. “I did not. But I don’t think I needed to know that.” He turned to Jeremy, setting the drinks on the nightstand next to Rich’s bed and offering his arm out to Jeremy. “Now I think you should get back to your own bed.”

“Thanks Michael.” Jeremy said, allowing Michael to help grabbing his elbow and guiding him out of the bed. Jeremy moved, wrapping himself around Michael who slowly guided him across the room in a half hug. “You know you’re my favorite person.” Jeremy added sincerely as he sat back down on the bed.

“That’s really gay.” Rich pointed out.

“Keep it up Rich and you’re not going to get anymore treats.” Michael scolded as he walked back to grab the drinks, but still held one out to Rich before taking the other back to Jeremy.

“Seriously though, you’re way too good for me.” Jeremy said, taking a long sip from his smoothie. He hadn’t realized how long it had been that he had something that wasn’t a stupid protein shake the Squip insisted he drink or the awful hospital replacement food.

“I know.” Michael said, pleased. “I also know you’d die without me.”

“That’s true.” Jeremy agreed with a smile, which made Michael laugh. A warmth spread through his chest.

Michael looked at his phone and gave a quick swear. “I have to get to class, I already missed first period. But text me if you need me. For whatever reason. Oh wait you don’t have a phone. Call your dad to text me. Or just call me, I’ll put my phone on vibrate, detention be damned. I got sneak level 100, I can get out of that.” He struck a video game style pose which name Jeremy laugh.

“Okay. You’re the best” Jeremy agreed knowing full well Michael probably would drop everything if Michael asked, which is why he wouldn’t do that.

“You know it.” Michael said, leaning in and giving Jeremy a quick kiss on the forehead.

“Give Jake a smack on the ass for me.” Rich requested.

Michael paused in the doorway. “I will not be doing that.” He said with a laugh giving Jeremy one last smile before retreating down the hall.

“Damn.” Rich groaned leaning back on the bed.

#Be More Chill #jeremy heere #rich goranski #micheal mell #boyf riends #bmc

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9 - The Art of Truly Caring (days gone by - nct au)

Donghyuck learns more about himself and the meaning of having a soulmate–an idea he hadn't entertained before.

-> As always this is available on ao3 which I prefer to use for formatting, you can find that link here

Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognise anywhere

"I think you know why I'm here."

It wasn't a question, there wasn't any doubt in his voice. He knew Donghyuck was well aware what his reasoning for being there was. Donghyuck wasn't stupid, nor was he.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Where's the fun in me answering right off the bat, Johnny ?”

Donghyuck took in his slightly disheveled appearance, giving him another once over before speaking again. "You better come inside, your mum would murder me if he knew you'd been sat out here in the cold and wet waiting for me," Donghyuck sighed, "Lord knows I don't need that on my conscience, nor do I feel like getting killed in my sleep any time in the next week."

Donghyuck's house was usually pretty eerie, it was always too quiet, no sibling's screaming at each other from across the hall, no clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen or the echo of the TV. Wildly different from his own home.

"I'm sorry to just show up like this but I didn't know what else to do."

"It's not a problem, what am I going to do anyway? Turn you away from my front door in this weather? I can be a bitch but I'm not heartless, Johnny.”

“I never said you were. I just wasn’t expecting you to actually let me inside, you seem to be shutting just about everyone out right now, both physically and metaphorically of course.”

Donghyuck shuffled around the kitchen, grabbing two mugs so he could make them some tea, it was the least he could do before he got berated for breaking Johnny’s brothers heart. Johnny just watched in a daze, trying to think through all the things he could say; neither Donghyuck nor Mark were aware of Johnny having witnessed heir argument, having watched as not just one, but two hearts shattered to pieces the moment Donghyuck had let out that first, strangled ‘I’m sorry’.

The two sat across from each other, in Donghyuck's far too clean and tidy living room to have even been lived in, hot chocolate's in hand and heating their only defense against the grim weather.

“Guess I like you too much to do that, plus you scare me slightly when you get into protective big brother mode.”

“You know protective big brother mode applies to you too, right? I’ve known you longer than I’ve known Jisung, you’re just as much my brother as Jisungie or Mark.”

“But Mark or Jisung aren’t the ones who broke your little brothers heart. Or rather shattered it into oblivion and crushes all his hopes and dreams. I’m a horrible excuse for a human-being.”

“Don’t say that Hyuck, you can’t think its the be-all and end-all just because you don’t feel the same way about him, just because you don’t know how you feel or what you feel.”

Donghyuck ran his hands over his face and sighed, "Mark hates me Johnny, I didn't just break his heart - I clawed it out, stomped all over it and chucked it away like he meant nothing to me."

"He doesn't hate you, he could never hate you Haechannie."

Donghyuck scoffed, "And how would you know that?"

"Because that's the thing about soulmates. No one ever realises the true power of a soulmate until they find their own, even then it's practically impossible to explain. There isn't words to describe the pure devotion, that true love you feel, the way you'd do anything for them. Your soulmate isn't someone you give your life too, it's someone who completes you. Without them you'd smile a little less, cry a little more and be a little lonelier. They support you in life and you do the same, you work together, not alone. It's so beautiful. Whether they’re by your side, down the street, or the other side of the world–you’re connected."

"I still can't comprehend how much of a sap you've become."

It was Johnny's turn to scoff, "Come on, be serious with me here. It's just me and you, you know you can talk to me about anything. You don't have to talk about Mark or soulmates, you can talk about school, or applying to uni, or Red Velvet's latest comeback, you don't have to lie or fake anything to me. It’s me Donghyuck and I may not be your soulmate but I’m not going anywhere."

"Johnny, you don't have to do this. You don't have to act like you care... no one else does, not even my own parents. Save yourself the trouble and whatever obligation you feel to be here."

That was the thing about Donghyuck's parents, they just didn't really care. There was no 'I'm proud of you' when he brought his report home, or a genuine 'how was your day?'. The two lived and breathed their work and he would always be thankful for everything they had given him but he couldn't help the feeling of missing the attachment that the others around him had to their parents. He went home to an empty house, the place looked like something straight out of a catalog, not a shoe out of place. It didn't look lived in and it never felt like a home. He'd always spent more time at Mark's or Jaemin’s during his childhood especially, they were homes. Jaemin's always, without fail, smelt like home cooked food, it was warm and cozy with little traces of each member of the family filtering in to every room. Mark's on the other hand was arguably utter chaos , the usual smell of burnt food (Mark has been banned from the kitchen but that doesn't seem to stop him) or the vanilla scented candles his mother adores and insists on putting in every room no matter the weather.

If you asked Donghyuck to describe what a home felt like, whether he thought about it or not, he would inevitably end up describing the Lee's. There were pencil markings on the wall beside the inside of the office door, logging their heights every year since Johnny was four, his personal favourite is this past year when Jisung officially passed Mark in height - and yes, Mark is still bitter about it. Donghyuck likes the way he knows that the chips on the skirting board in the hallway and the dent in the wooden flooring is from when Johnny dropped a bottle of vodka at sixteen and it was his first experience witnessing someone use such colourful language. He likes the way he knows that the light on the fence at the bottom of the garden doesn't work because Jaemin had finally kicked a football into it one too many times and they still haven't gotten around to fixing it despite the fact it was almost five years ago. He liked the little nick nacks that had found their way onto any possible empty surface, random pictures of days out, school events and Polaroids of evenings that are now slightly hazy in their memories but if the smiles on their faces are anything to go by it was enjoyable all the same.

Donghyuck liked the way Mark's bedroom screamed him the moment you walked in. Donghyuck's was plain and simple, aside from the pop art canvas print of Michael Jackson his mum had bought him to replace his 'ghastly' posters. Mark's room was filled with miscellaneous art and clutter he loved despite not having any meaning (it had meaning to him no matter how stupid- it always had meaning), from his giant poster of the periodic table (colour-coded and all), to the one of his favourite football team, the vintage band posters he'd put up to remind him of his dad, to ones of his favourite movies and video games. In all the years they've known each one another Donghyuck is pretty convinced he can count the number of times Marks bed has been made on one hand, his numerous blankets tossed haphazardly around. It was organised chaos, it made Hyuck feel safe and cosy, made him feel like he was home.

"You can't stop me from caring about you Donghyuck, that's not going to happen. I love you just like my brothers, you know that, you grew up just as much a part of the family as anyone else. You don't have to hide who you are Donghyuck, not to me."

"I don't know what to do, Johnny. I don't know where it all went wrong," Donghyuck's voice faltered, barely above a whisper. He let out a faint sob.

Johnny got up from his seat, wrapping his arms around the younger and pulling him into a tight hug as he let out sob after sob. Finally releasing all his built-up emotions.

"Shhh, don't worry Hyuck, I've got you okay. You're going to be just fine, I've got you."

It took a while but the younger had finally calmed down enough to speak again, hesitantly removing himself from Johnny's tight hold.

"So, what I got in between your sobs, Mark confessed but you haven't gotten your soulmate Mark so unless there's some sort of glitch, you and him aren't actually meant to be - wow, my whole life has been a lie if that's the case- and you think you may be 'kinda, sorta, maybe' gay?"

"Yeah that's about the most of it," Donghyuck huffed.

"Right. Honestly don't know where to start with unpacking all of that but you seem might need to talk your feelings out.”

“It feels like my whole life I’ve been told that Mark and I will end up being soulmates, no one ever thought we wouldn’t be. We just ignored it, kept living our lives as best friends and that let me ignore my feelings, ignore the fact that my parents would treat me the same as they did Taeyong if they knew I was gay, that I am gay.

I’ve grown up in a house that doesn’t believe you have to be with your soulmate, that doesn’t believe that there’s just one person out there for everyone. My parents not being with their soulmates made me think there wasn’t anything wrong with it, that people getting sick when they’re apart from their soulmate is some manufactured lie. I don’t know what to believe anymore. ”

“I watched my mum lose my dad Hyuck and whether it’s true or not, she wasn’t the same after. She wasn’t the same for a long time. That love she had for him had nowhere to go, it destroyed her. I don’t have anything against people who don’t date their soulmate, or people who go without ever so much as searching for them. I don’t think it's denying your soulmate that destroys you, it’s denying that love. Love is powerful and all-consuming and it makes you lose yourself for a little while but you always figure it out in the end. Whether you think Mark is your soulmate or not, if you truly care for him as something more than just your best friend, no one will stop you. Soulmates don’t resign you to loving one person.”

"I don't want to be with someone whose heart belongs to someone else. If Mark and I really aren’t soulmates, surely I’m just setting myself up for heartbreak? Just once, I want to be someone's first choice. I'm so sick of being second best all the time."

"Hyuck, you know that's not true. You know you're not second best, that's just stupid."

"Yes, I am. Sometimes it's subtle, like the way my parents finally let me enroll in dance classes or allowed me to dye my hair - but I realised that they were dealing with the fact Taeyong walked out by replacing him with me. I'm not really Mark's best friend, Renjun always will be, but we all know Mark would choose family above all else, you included. You and Ten defy all odds against your relationship because you truly believe in one another and the idea of soulmates. Chenle would find Jisung in every lifetime and Jaemin... Jaemin lives and breathes Renjun. Jaemin wouldn't let a soul so much as harm a hair on Renjun's head he is so in love with that boy. So, no Johnny, I'm not even second best, I'm a last resort to everyone, even my own parents."

Johnny paused, mouth opening and closing a of times while he tried to figure out what to say, "Your parents are really trying to replace him with you?"

"I don't know, it feels like they are. Sometimes they'll accidentally ask if he's coming home for tea or something equally mundane and the looks on their faces when they realise what they've just said... it's obvious they miss him but they won't do anything about it, they're too stubborn to care." Hyuck runs his hands over his face and lets out a deep breath, "They only started letting me do all these things since Taeyong left. They couldn't stop him, he didn't listen, but I did and look where that got me. I'm a stranger in my own home and I have to hide who I really am. It’s like they hope that if they give me more freedom that I won’t turn out like Taeyong or ruin their little picture perfect family."

"I know you're angry right now, at me, at Mark, at your parents... at the world. But, I will always try my best to be there for you and if you need to get out of there please, please just come to ours. I can't stand that you still live there, you don't deserve to be in a place like that."

Johnny gave one of his heart-warming smiles, hugging Donghyuck again. “You are loved Haechannie, there are people who care about you, people who would risk the world for you and you just need to let yourself be open to the idea that someone can love you, for you. Don't be a stranger, stop hiding from the world and let yourself be you again. You didn't get the nickname Haechan for nothing.”

Johnny left after more hugs and tears, telling Donghyuck he’s loved, over and over again. Drilling it into him so he couldn’t forget, so he had no choice but to remember.

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All My Heroes - Chapter Two (Steve Rogers x OFC)

Warnings: None

Author’s Note will be at the end of this chapter.

Feedback is appreciated and welcomed!

*Moodboard created by the lovely @shreddedparchment

*gif pulled from GIPHY. Tried finding OP, but link was broken! UGH

“Pardon the lack of…everything,” Cece called over her shoulder to the two men following her into the temporary home. “We’ve only been here,” she paused, trying to remember. She looked to Michael, “Six days?” It came out as more of a question.

Her brother rolled his eyes at her memory. “It’s been twenty-two days,” he corrected, moving to the makeshift counter and pulling out four glasses.

Cece flushed. She may be smart, but when it came to keeping track of time…well, that was one reason to keep her lug-head of a brother around. “Right. I take it back. I’m too lazy to unpack.”

Bucky let out a laugh and nudged her playfully. “Sounds about right.”

Steve dutifully followed the eccentric woman and paused inside the doorway, taking in the space.

Small wasn’t an exaggeration when it came to describing the hut. It was ten foot long and eight foot wide. The walls that were made from clay were painted a bright yellow, reflecting the light that streamed in through the windows on the west wall. There were two cots laid next to each other with well-loved quilts covering them, no pillows. The makeshift counter that held various pots, plates, glasses, and silverware was made from an old wooden door. Next to the counter was a large cooler where Steve assumed perishables were stored. He’d even guess that they use it for food storage to keep predators out of their supply. But what stood out to Steve was that this was obviously just a place for them to eat and sleep. There was no living here.

“You must move around a lot,” Steve commented as Cecelia handed him a glass of water.

He doesn’t miss how her eyes flick to Bucky nervously, unsure how much he may have shared.

“You can trust Steve,” Bucky encouraged, moving to lean you against the wall. He casually crossed his arms and leaned all of his weight to one side, ankles crossed. Cece had to suppress a laugh because she always thought that in another life, James Buchanan Barnes was a model.

Instead, she nodded and turned her attention back to Steve. “I’m not sure how much James told you about my gifts,” she ignored Bucky whining about calling him by his given name, “but staying in one place too long has proven to be…a challenge. People want to control what I have or would prefer to have me kept under lock and key so they could study me. Since I am neither property, prisoner, or test subject, I have to move every few weeks or so.” She nodded her head towards Michael who was pulling out things to make dinner with. “That’s another reason why he follows me around. I’m ‘just a feeble young lady who can’t fight off a squirrel’, so now I have a shadow.” Her voice deepened, mocking how presumably Michael would sound when she mentioned how ‘feeble’ she was. Cece took a drink of water before contenting, rolling her eyes. “Of course, it doesn’t matter that I can incapacitate anyone with just a thought, but that’s not something I can use in my argument apparently.”

Michael grunted from his spot, measuring out some powdery substance into a pan. “Unless they catch you unaware.”

Cece just laughed and shrugged her shoulders, giving Steve a ‘what can you do’ look.

Steve idly wondered if something had happened in her past or if she was just cautious. He made a mental note to ask later.

“Anywho,” Cece continued, setting her glass back on the counter and looked between Bucky and Steve. “I can go more into that later. Why don’t you two knuckleheads tell me what brings you in.”

Steve couldn’t keep the shock off of his face at being called knucklehead. He turned to Bucky to see what his reaction was, but his best friend let out a carefree laugh, not at all offended. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he saw Bucky so relaxed. It had to have been before the war. He was starting to wonder if there was more to this Cecelia than Bucky was aware of. He had to be cautious around her until he could make his own judgments.

He cleared his throat, calling attention to him. “Bucky mentioned that you might be able to help a….friend.” He felt awkward saying it aloud, just realizing that he would have to explain what had happened. How a man was now partially paralyzed because of him.

Bucky noticed the shift in Steve’s mood and gives him a sympathetic look. “I can explain if you would prefer,” he offered, wanting to alleviate some of Steve’s stress.

Steve adamantly shook his head. “No, I can do it. I should do it.” He turned his attention back to the small woman in front of him. “There was a fight and a good friend of mine was caught in the crossfire, leaving him with partial paralysis.” He paused, trying to think of how much he wanted to divulge about Tony and the resources that surely would have been made available for Rhodey 

“And you’re wondering if I can fix your friend?” Cece asked intuitively. There was a tangible shift in her mood, more serious now than playful. This was Dr. Thompson. “Do you know what kind of treatment options he may have already been offered?”

Steve was surprised that she didn’t ask about what his injuries were, but answered her. “I don’t know for sure,” he admitted, “I only know that Tony would do his damn best to make sure Rhodey got the best care possible. No amount of funding would be an issue.”

She waved her hand at that. “People who are surgeons and need money to guide them to their next job aren’t my favorite.” Her thoughts flashed to some asshole Doctor in New York who only took patients if they were ‘interesting’ enough, but also had a chance of success. Sure, he was good at what he did, but still….what an ass. “Rhodes is the guy who was injured?” she asked for clarification. “As in, Colonel James Rhodes of the Air Force and best friends with philanthropist Tony Stark?”

She threw her head back and laughed at the look of surprise on the Captain's face, giving him a faux-sympathetic look and patted his shoulder in comfort. “I might live in Africa, but I don’t live under a rock.” She switched back from Doctor Thompson to Cecelia with an ease that caused more surprise. Steve wasn’t able to switch back and forth from Captain America to Steve Rogers like that. He wasn’t even sure he knew who Steve Rogers was anymore. Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though.

“Good to know,” he replied, unsure of what the proper response would be.

“Soup’s up.” Michael shoved a hot bowl into Steve’s chest that he caught with his hands. He chose to ignore the hostility directed at him. He was a stranger after all.

Cece wasn’t having it though and smacked her brother upside the head. “Knock it off,” she scolds. “Quit being a pansy and just admit that you’re secretly fangirling over having your childhood hero under the same roof as you.”

Steve was sure he was just as red as Michael looked.

“Shuddup,” Michael muttered under his breath, turning to get another bowl that he politely handed to Bucky and then gifted his sister with one before gathering up his own.

Cece looked back to Steve with a smug grin and Steve’s heart skipped in his chest. Was he dying? He diverted his gaze from the siblings and poked at the mush in his hands, unsure of what it was.

“It’s ugali,” Cece explained, noticing his aversion to the unfamiliar food. “Usually describe as cornmeal mush. Doesn’t look too good, but tastes great and is quite filling.” She took a bite of the ugali and let out a quiet pleased moan, playing on how good it tasted. Steve raised a skeptical eyebrow at her, but took a bite himself and was surprised that it was actually half decent. Satisfied that he would survive the new experience, she continued.

“As long as you promise that Tony Stark doesn’t blow me away in the literal sense or turn me into some science experiment, I’m willing to help.”

Chapter Three

Author’s Note: Thank you to @mermaidxatxheart for your support with this! It means the world to me to have you on my side.

Anyways, I’m going to take a temporary leave from working on “One Touch” because...well, I just lost my Aunt to a drunk driver yesterday afternoon and the next part of One Touch revolves around explaining what happened in the readers own accident and it’s too hard for me to write that right now. SO please forgive me and be patient. I promise I’m not dropping the story, but it will be a week or so before there’s any continuation on it.

Coming up in the next few days will be some Halloween Stories, so be looking for those.

I also have three drabbles and a hand full of ships that I need to do from my 200 Follower Celebration. I haven’t forgotten, it’s just been a busy week.

Anywho......

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For The Weekend - Saturday

[[FRIDAY]] [[SUNDAY]]

Pairing: Michael Clifford/ Female Reader

Requested By: @sweetcherrycal

Word Count: 2,795

The next morning you woke up to find Carly in your kitchen making breakfast. She had some 80s pop song playing quietly on her phone as she carefully flipped some slices of bacon in the pan in front of her.

“Smells good.” You yawned as you rounded the corner into the kitchen. Your eyes landed on the vase on your counter holding the flowers Michael had brought you the night before and a smile found its way to your sleepy face.

Carly turned and smiled at you. “It's gonna taste even better!”

You walked over the coffee maker and pressed the start button, the smell of fresh coffee instantly filling your nose, perking you up slightly. You grabbed a mug from the cupboard as the coffee finished brewing and poured yourself a cup. As you took your first sip you sighed quietly as the hot coffee hit your tongue.

“So, will Michael be joining us today?” Carly asked, her back still to you as she continued cooking.

“Yeah. I have to text him later and let him know when to come over.” You answered before taking another big drink of your coffee.

“Well, there's plenty of food if you want to have him come over now.”

The idea of seeing him again so soon made your heart pick up its pace as you set your mug on the table in front of you. You had stayed up half the night trying to figure out what exactly you had felt for Michael but you were no closer to finding the answer than you were when you said goodbye last night. But, she was right, there was plenty of food and you didn't want to do anything to make her think this relationship wasn't genuine. So you picked up your phone and sent him a text.

Y: Hey, so Carly made like a ton of breakfast. If you wanted to come over and eat with us, we would probably let you.

You weren't sure if he would even be awake yet, but you found yourself hoping he would be as you waited for his response. It came quicker than you expected, your phone chiming on the table as you were lifting your mug to your lips.

M: Homemade breakfast? I am so there, snuggle bunny.

You smiled at your phone, his answer being just so… Michael.

Y: How is it possible these pet names keep getting worse?

Before you could even set your phone down, he had responded. His simple message contained just three emojis but it almost made you drop your coffee mug when you saw them.

M: 😂😉😘

When Michael arrived he was already dressed for your day out, his black jeans and leather jacket an interesting contrast to the basketball shorts and tank tops you were used to when you saw him all the time in high school. You were painfully aware that both you and Carly were still in your pajamas, but Michael didn't seem to mind as he stepped into your living room. Just like the night before, he leaned in and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, only this time he added his hand to your hip as he did.

“Morning, ladies.” He said as he pulled away from you and started to walk into the kitchen. You wanted to follow him, but you couldn't make your feet move. It was like you were stuck in place, your brain paused on the moment his hand landed on your hip.

“Y/N?” Carly called from the kitchen, waving her hand to get your attention. You snapped your face up to look at her and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. She laughed, “Are you gonna join us for breakfast or are you just going to stand there staring into space?” You gave her a small smile as your feet finally remembered how to get to the kitchen table.

You spent the day at a large shopping center a few towns over. Michael would occasionally reach out to touch your arm or the small of your back as you walked, and every time it happened you couldn't help but notice the small twist in your stomach. You also noticed how brightly his eyes shined in the fluorescent lights, and how wide his smile could be when he laughed at something particularly funny. His laugh was infectious, enveloping the three of you as you walked and making you and Carly laugh along with him even if you didn't want to.

A few times through the day, you caught yourself staring at him, admiring the small things you hadn't seen before in all the years you'd known him. In the back of your mind, you knew that you shouldn't be developing feelings for him. He was your best friends older brother, after all. But there was something about the way he smiled at you as you walked through the mall, or the feeling of his fingers brushing against yours as he took your bags that he insisted on carrying that momentarily made you all but forget about the potential downfalls of those feelings.

As your shopping was winding down, you all decided to stop at a grocery store on the way home to get some wine to enjoy with your dinner and movies at your place. After buying two bottles of white wine and some snacks for the movies, you drove home and began to cook dinner while Carly changed into more comfortable clothes.

“Here, let me help.” You heard Michael say from behind you as he walked into your kitchen.

“You don't have to, Michael.”

“I want to. And, uh, can you call me Mikey? The only people that call me Michael are Jess and my parents and I don't even like it when they do it.” The small giggle that fell from his lips as he finished talking had the knot in your stomach tightening once again as you smiled at him.

“Okay, Mikey.” He smiled as you used his nickname. It was warm and shy, and perfectly Michael. Your heart fluttered just slightly inside your chest as you turned away from him to pull some chicken breasts from your refrigerator.

“Why don't you fill that pot and put it on the start boiling while I get these going?” You told him, gesturing to the large pot you had set on the counter next to the sink. He nodded as he walked over to it and filled it before setting it on your stove and turning on the burner. You pulled a skillet from your cupboard and began to cook the chicken. You tried to keep your mind on the task at hand, but it kept going back to the fact that Michael was just a few feet from you. There was nothing about him helping you make dinner that should have made you so nervous, but you couldn't push the nerves away.

“Where's your corkscrew?” Michael asked suddenly, holding up one of the bottles you'd bought. “Gonna open this.”

“Top drawer right behind you.” You answered, pointing in his direction with your tongs.

He grabbed the corkscrew and opened the wine as you pulled three wine glasses from the cabinet next to you. He poured two glasses, handing one to you.

“Cheers to our successful relationship.” He winked as he clinked his glass to yours. Your heart stopped for a moment at his words. It took a moment for you to respond, nodding your head silently at him while you tried to ignore the warm flush that came over your body.

“Starting without me?” You jumped when you heard Carly's voice behind Michael. You had completely forgotten that she was here. Your mind was fully focused on the blonde man in front of you, trying and failing to make heads or tails of him. Carly poured herself a glass of wine and the three of you stood in your kitchen as you finished cooking.

“Looks good, babe.” Michael told you as you handed him a plate of alfredo.

“Smells amazing.” Carly noted, proving her statement by putting her own plate to her face and taking a deep breath through her nose.

You laughed at her as you all made your way into the living room to start the first movie on your list. Michael sat on one end of your couch and you sat down next to him, while Carly opted for the armchair off to the side. You pressed play on the movie, the living room falling quiet other than the sounds of the movie while you all ate.

You collected everyone's dishes and took them to the kitchen after you'd all finished eating. Michael followed behind you, grabbing the wine bottle as you rinsed your plates in the sink.

“Dinner was great, Y/N.”

You smiled at him and turned off the sink. “Thank you, but it was just pasta. I don't think I'll be getting a call from Food Network anytime soon.” You laughed as you dried your hands on a dish towel.

“If you ever get a cooking show, I get to try all of your dishes before you make them on TV.” He said excitedly as you followed him back to the living room.

“Deal.” You giggled back to him.

The three of you continued to drink and watch movies for the rest of the evening. You weren't sure how it happened, but at some point between your third glass of wine and starting the second movie, you found yourself snuggled comfortably into Michael's side as he draped an arm over your shoulders. Carly refilled your glasses and handed them to you and Michael with a smile. As you took a sip you relaxed even more into him, a small sigh coming from your throat. Michael rested his cheek on top of your head. This moment was almost perfect, even if it was just for show.

As you finished your fourth glass, you felt yourself dozing off as you laid on top of Michael. He started to rub his hand up and down your arm, almost lulling you to sleep just before Carly spoke up.

“Okay, love birds, I'm heading to bed.” She said, yawning as she stood from her seat and walked towards the hallway to go to the guest bedroom.

You pulled yourself away from Michael, stretching your arms above your head. Michael stood and put a hand out to help you from the couch. Once you were standing he dropped your hand and you couldn't ignore the tiny voice in your mind that wanted to reach out and grab his hand again.

“Yeah, I should probably be heading home.” He said, running a hand through his hair.

Carly stopped and turned to him. “You are not driving home, Michael.” She said, her voice stern. “You had just as much to drink as we did. Just stay the night.”

You and Michael exchanged a worried look. This wasn't part of the plan. A sleepover was definitely not on the pre approved activities list. But how would it look if you kicked your slightly drunk boyfriend out to drive himself home instead of having him stay the night? Your mind was running on overdrive trying to figure out how to navigate this situation.

“And I don't want to hear any funny business, either. I need my rest.” Carly teased, winking at you as she turned again and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“I'm honestly not that drunk, Y/N.” He started with a sigh. “I'm definitely fine to drive home.”

You shook your head at him. “No, she's right. I'd feel bad letting you drive, anyway.”

“Okay, well I can just sleep out here? On the couch?”

“Is that… Would that look weird?”

“I don't know.” He said, running a hand through his hair again.

You were both silent for a moment, trying to think of what to do. “I guess we're sleeping together tonight.” You said, shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to hide the nerves taking you over.

“We don't have to.” His voice was soft as he reached forward, taking your arm in his hand. The gesture was sweet and gentle. It helped you pull yourself from your own thoughts and back to reality.

“I think we do, Mikey.” You answered with a small smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, we're not going to do anything. Just two people sharing a sleeping space, right?”

He smiled back at you, and his hand fell from your arm to his side. “Right. No funny business.”

“We're under strict orders.” You laughed as you started to lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

As you opened the door and flipped on the light, you were suddenly very aware of how plain your bedroom was. The cream colored walls held no pictures or posters. The only real decorations you had were the few framed photos that sat atop your dresser and the floor lamp that was in one corner of the room.

Michael stepped in behind you and closed the door. “Is it cool if I sleep in these?” He asked, pointing to his jeans. “I don't have anything to change in to.”

“If you want.” You answered. “I'm not gonna make you sleep in jeans. I'm not a monster.”

“Well what am I supposed to do?” He shifted on his feet, obviously not sure what to do. It was an odd look on him. He was always very confident and sure of himself. Seeing him looking almost vulnerable as he stood in your bedroom made the knot in your stomach return.

“I can see if I have something for you to change in to.” You told him, turning to your dresser to fish out your own pajamas. “But if not, I guess you can just take them off?” Your response took you by surprise even as you were staying it. You knew that it was the alcohol talking, but you also knew that you weren't so drunk that you didn't mean what you were saying.

His head shot up lighting fast and he stopped shuffling. “What?”

You couldn't stop the laugh that pushed itself from your mouth as you turned to face him again. His eyebrows were raised and you could almost swear he somehow got even more pale than he normally was. “Michael, calm down. It's not a big deal, your sister and I have shared a bed in our underwear plenty of times.”

“Okay, first, please don't talk about my sister's underwear ever again.” He said, squeezing his eyes closed as he put a hand up in front of him. “And, second, I'm not Jess. I just don't want this to be weird or anything.”

You shrugged as you turned back to your dresser, bending down to pull a pair of pajama shorts from the bottom drawer. “Then leave the jeans on. I don't care either way, I promise.” You walked toward him, reaching behind him to turn the knob on the door. “I'm gonna change in the bathroom. I guess just make yourself comfortable and I'll be back in a minute.”

When you returned from getting changed you found Michael in your bed. He was on the far side of your bed, closest to the window. You saw that he was shirtless as he sat against your head board and scrolled on his phone. When you walked in, he looked up and smiled at you as he set his phone down on the table next to the bed.

“I hope it's okay that I took my shirt off, too. I swear it's nothing weird I just get way too hot when I sleep if I'm wearing a shirt.”

You walked to the edge of your bed to join him under the covers. As you lifted the blanket to slide under it you caught a glimpse of his black boxers. “No problem.” You answered, trying your best to not let him know how much you loved the sight of him, half naked in your bed.

You laid down, pulling your blanket up to your shoulders as he moved down to lay next to you. A loud yawn escaped your lips as soon as your head hit the pillow, earning a wide grin from Michael.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Thanks for letting me stay over.” He whispered.

You smiled at him through your heavy eyelids. “Goodnight, Mikey.” You sighed back to him as you let your eyes close completely. “Sleep tight, babe.” You heard Michael let out a small, quiet chuckle beside you. Before you even knew it was happening, you felt yourself reach for him under the blanket, taking his hand in yours just before you fell asleep.

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schostakowitsch-remade · 6 years

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also fr the character meme: minkowski! oh and that garbage man too, cutter, and hb yr johnathan man frm tma? if u wanna do another chara of yr choice i invite you to here

OWO CLINT ILYSM….TY, TY BABE! MWAH!

RENEE MINKOWSKI

sexuality headcanon: she! is!! a!!! bi!!!! icon!!!!!

gender headcanon: she’s a trans lady….i love her…..

a ship i have with said character: i guess her and lovelace? i’ve said before i’m not big on w359 shipping….also i like the idea of her being her husband’s absolute hero fdjfhdkjgh

a brotp i have with said character: look, we already know lex has abhorrent taste, so i’m just going to say it. pre-betrayal hilbert. they’re both so fucking tired of everything and eiffel’s shenanigans and i adore the headcanon that they shit talk people in various languages together. post-betrayal, it’d be lovelace since they come to work so well together despite their incredibly vast differences.

a notp i have with said character: there’s not really anything that i’m? vehemently against? i suppose her and hhhh kepler? is that. even a thing? well, i’m no fan of her and eiffel either.

a random headcanon: i find the hc that she kept The Harpoon absolutely hilarious, but really, i don’t think she’d do that. i don’t think she’s proud of what happened. she doesn’t regret it, of course, not even close, but she doesn’t really see it as a victory. i personally think that clark was left in charge when pryce and cutter and co. went up to space, so i think she stopped by goddard and dropped the harpoon at clark’s feet with the coldest, most hateful expression as humanly possible on her face.

general opinion over said character: having said that. harpoon wife!!! she’s vvv strong and she’s a good good good person and i love she ^^

MARCUS CUTTER

sexuality headcanon: pan aroace!

gender headcanon: agender….i like triple A cutter ffdfkj

a ship i have with said character: ig pryce and cutter have taken over investment in w359? hh?? i’m a goddard bitch n i don’t quite know how to separate platonic and romantic relations but i know that i think of their relationship as somewhere in between.

a brotp i have with said character: also pryce because again, i live and die for the work marriage fdjfhf. aside from her though, i’d say rachel or enlil. rachel hates cutter, yes, but i also think the idea of her being his absolute favorite and learning from him is the funniest fucking thing in the world. and i just adore volte face with my entire heart fjdkdf. i have. A Lot of fucking thoughts abt goddard and its employees, as @sciencematter can readily verify kfjdjkfhdjgkjdfk.

a notp i have with said character: i’m not keen on him and kepler? or any goddard employees, for that matter; him and kepler is just fairly popular.

a random headcanon: he’s an old-fashioned boy….he has one of those really old-timey 1940s gramophones in his office. and by 1940s, i mean 1940s. i’m saying he’s had it since the days of matthew neumann and he’s been trying his damnedest to keep it in decent condition. and it’s worked! he’s vvv proud of it.

general opinion over said character: aside from the obvious — he’s a machiavellian bastard, he’s the worst, i’d love to fight him regardless of the consequences — i? really do have so many thoughts abt cutter? again, aforementioned friend gets burdened with all my ramblings abt goddard’s most reprehensible employees and how….they’re bad people with grand, even admirable ambitions. everyone at goddard, cutter included, is very, very self-aware and knows that objectively, they’re all evil and out of their fucking minds. and they are! they are absolutely terrible people who do bad things for bad reasons. but smth i cannot help admiring abt the goddard team and loving them all for is the….almost pure ambition they all have. they all have this energy and vivacity and an incredible spark of life that drives them. everyone dedicates themselves to this very questionable company for a reason, be it to Do Something or to Be A Part Of Something. cutter wants to Do Something. he wants to Make Something and Go Somewhere and Progress on and on on as far as the world will let him, and when the world tells him there’s nowhere else to go, he wants to Make somewhere else that he can go to. matthew neumann was looking up to the stars and when the government told him not to do that, he got fucking pissed and dedicated his entire life to telling the government to go fuck itself. and he spiraled and let his wonder and desire for a better and grander world become a cesspool of bitterness and vengeance and malevolence and that’s just fascinating. and god okay i just have A Lot of words n thoughts abt marcus cutter and matthew neumann and who he used to be and who he could have been!!!!!! h!!!!!

JONATHAN SIMS

sexuality headcanon: bi ace!!!! he’s canonically ace and i’m!! so!!! fucking!!!! happy!!!!!!!! :DDDDDD

gender headcanon: transmasc nb!

a ship i have with said character: him and martin? i’m not an avid tma shipper, but they’re cute now that jon’s kiiiiiiiiinda gotten over some of his shit? he has a clearer picture now and trusts his colleagues dfkdjfdhj

a brotp i have with said character: him and melanie!!!! they act like goddamn siblings fkfkfkjfg they suck

a notp i have with said character: if i see anyone shipping jon with elias, i think i’ll? die! also him and michael the distortion but like, i still really enjoy their dichotomy.

a random headcanon: he has a lil pot of flowers on his desk that martin gave him one day because he seemed extra tired; he threw martin out of his office when he saw them, but melanie has caught him watering them and smiling at them a bit and he’s basically blackmailed her into not telling martin fkfkdjfdhfkj

general opinion over said character: HE IS???? MY BOY???? he’s just so fucking endearing, honestly? snarky and tired archivist man who’s far, far more curious and stubborn for his own damm good. i really love him so much fhflddhjf i have like, the same affection for him that i do juno

[FREE SPACE] HERBERT WEST

sexuality headcanon: super super super bi

gender headcanon: genderfluid!!

a ship i have with said character: elizabeth, obviously. also super low-key him n moro? as a past thing, though.

a brotp i have with said character: moro and caligari!!!!!! i fucking love the early rivalry and disdain he and caligari had for each other and how that changed over time!

a notp i have with said character: him n caligari hhhhhh

a random headcanon: he has basically no fucking concept of gender for himself anymore. he’s replaced practically every square inch of himself inside and out so many times and with so many different parts that he just! what’s a gender! oh, does he look more masculine this time? cool! feminine? doubly cool! neither? just wonderful!

general opinion over said character: he’s so fun and crazy and he’s a good example of a character who lacks morals but is still a fundamentally good person? i love him so much?? absolutely mad scientist who i’d die fr

#lilacs in the mail #transnureyev

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omgkatsudonplease · 7 years

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How about Michael Jackson's Thriller for Victor and Yuuri?

ohohooo hoohOHOhhohOHO who wants an izombie au? no one? cool, more zombies for me 👈😎👈 warning for some light gore, ofc

Yuuri isn’t exactly sure what he’d expected from his new roommate. Viktor Nikiforov is pale, a bit gaunt, with silver hair cut into a fringe across one of his eyes, both of which are very heavily shadowed as if he either had recently escaped from a dark basement with no food, or he’s just exceedingly into the goth aesthetic.

He also has a residency at the local morgue, so the goth theory is probably very likely.

Despite the fact that they’re living together in the same apartment, Viktor very rarely seems to be around, and whenever he is, Yuuri rarely ever sees the man eat. He knows Viktor eats – he can hear him rummaging through the fridge at night when he’s cooped up in his own room FaceTiming Phichit to make sure he and Seung-gil are handling his move-in well. He tells Phichit about it, and Phichit laughs, saying that sometimes people don’t like to be looked at when they eat.

Yuuri doesn’t blame his new roommate too much. Viktor seems to be having a rough time of it, considering how much he had emphasised his nonexistent social life when Yuuri had been interviewing him. Apparently he’d gone to exactly one party in this past year, and given that said party had been the Lake Paulsen Massacre, Yuuri is pretty sure the guy just has a severe case of post-traumatic stress or something.

Still, there’s something that Viktor’s hiding. Yuuri knows he shouldn’t pry, shouldn’t keep tabs on Viktor’s behaviours whenever he’s in the room, but it’s far too much of a curiosity for him to bear. Viktor seems to have a strong fondness for hot sauce, given all the new bottles of it that pop up. He also keeps a separate set of pots and pans, and sometimes the flat smells like heavily-sprayed Febreze when Yuuri returns to it. Under the Febreze there’s a distinct strong odour. Yuuri isn’t sure if he wants to know. Maybe Viktor just has a fondness for pungent food or something.

He’s determined to get to the bottom of this, though, if only for his own peace of mind. So one night, he broaches the suggestion to cook for Viktor.

“I know how to make pork cutlet bowls, if you’d like,” he says.

Viktor blinks at him from where he’s seated in front of the TV. “What’s that?”

“Breaded pork cutlet and rice?” asks Yuuri, frowning slightly. “It’s my favourite comfort food, and you look like you could do with some.”

“Oh.” Viktor nods. “I’m sorry, Yuuri, I have special dietary needs.”

“You’re a vegetarian?” asks Yuuri.

Viktor snorts at that, but then catches himself. “No,” he says. “It’s something else. Don’t worry about it, Yuuri, I can cook for myself.”

“I just wanted…” Yuuri trails off, feeling his cheeks flare. “I’m sorry if I come off as a bother. I just wanted us to get to know each other better.”

“You’re not a bother.” Viktor’s eyes are soft, gentle, slightly regretful. “I’d love to get to know you better, but maybe just not while cooking.”

Yuuri laughs at that, but he drops the subject.

The thing is, Viktor is strange sometimes, and that’s even factoring in all the strangeness from before with his special diet (apparently replete with hot sauce) and his odd hours of eating. Sometimes he’s friendlier, sometimes he’s surlier. Sometimes he’s more outgoing, sometimes he’s reserved. Yuuri can’t seem to pin him down precisely, especially when Viktor pauses, and stares off into the distance for a moment before returning to earth, as if he’d suddenly had an epiphany of some kind and won’t tell anyone about it.

Yuuri’s curiosity is rewarded, though, one night when he returns late from his shift at the Cherry Flip, his and Phichit’s small bakery. It’d been unplanned – there’d been a body discovered in the dumpster out back, and the police had closed down shop in order to take everyone in for questioning. Yuuri had stayed to make sure everything was all right and the police had all the answers (namely, that neither he nor Phichit knew how that body happened to end up in their dumpster), and so it’s past his usual dinnertime when he walks into his apartment and into the sight of Viktor Nikiforov biting into a piece of brain at the kitchen island.

“Viktor?” Yuuri asks, and Viktor looks up, face even paler than Yuuri remembers as he shifts to obscure his dinner from view. Slowly, Yuuri steps back out of the apartment, trying to blink away the image of the brain – at least, it looks very undeniably like one, albeit diced and seasoned – speared on Viktor’s fork from his mind’s eye.

And then he opens the apartment door again and steps inside once more.

The kitchen island is now clean, obviously devoid of anything vaguely brain-like or food-like. Viktor is washing his hands at the sink, and when he smiles at Yuuri, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Yuuri focuses on the plate depicting a rooster right above Viktor’s shoulder. “So, uh, did you get that from work?” he asks.

The faucet stops abruptly. “What?” asks Viktor.

“The brain,” says Yuuri. “I saw you eating a brain, right?”

Viktor looks distinctly uncomfortable. “Maybe?” he hedges.

“Maybe I’m just hallucinating,” says Yuuri, shaking his head as he tries to piece together the new crime scene in his kitchen. Besides the bowl and fork sitting by the sink and the bottle of hot sauce on the counter, nothing in the kitchen seems to indicate that Viktor had been eating anything at all. “But I’m pretty sure I saw you eating a brain.”

“It was… it was a pig brain,” says Viktor, though something about his voice tells Yuuri that he doesn’t believe his own story at all.

“No wonder you have your own pots and pans,” says Yuuri, hesitantly crossing over to the fridge to grab a bottle of wine. “Do you usually eat at this hour?”

“You’re usually asleep by now,” says Viktor.

“And there’s something about pig brain that requires all this secrecy?” wonders Yuuri. “I’m… I’m not judging, I swear. I want to be a good roommate, even if it means putting up with my roommate’s weird dietary habits.”

Viktor opens his mouth, as if to point out that Yuuri calling his diet ‘weird’ is a judgement in and of itself, but then he clearly thinks better of it and closes his mouth. Yuuri goes to pour himself a glass of wine, offering Viktor a glass as well.

Viktor takes it with a wary expression. Yuuri sits down at the counter, noticing that it vaguely smells of bleach.

“Are you usually this meticulous about clean-up?” he asks.

“Definitely,” says Viktor quickly. “I’m not going to be a bother, I swear. If you want me to leave –”

“No,” Yuuri says, to his own surprise. “And I know you said you wanted to room with me because I keep to myself and don’t ask questions, but… I think I’d appreciate a bit of forewarning about a zombie flatmate, you know?”

“Who said anything about zombies?” asks Viktor, clearly feigning innocence. Yuuri swallows. Maybe he’d gone a bit too far. Maybe ‘zombie’ isn’t exactly the politically correct term – maybe Viktor preferred ‘undead’ or ‘person of undeath’ or something.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that… you’re one of the victims of the Lake Paulsen Massacre, and my friend Phichit’s mortician boyfriend was the medical examiner that day and he’d noticed that some of the bodies had significant amounts of missing brain tissue, and… well. I don’t know if that’s pig brain or not, but I can make some guesses.”

Viktor worries at his lip, before taking a swig of his wine. “You got me,” he says after a moment, hanging his head so that his sunken eyes are hidden behind his curtain of silver hair. “I’m a zombie.”

Yuuri peers at him curiously, casting his existing knowledge of Viktor Nikiforov in a new light. “I’m… honestly surprised it took me this long to figure it out,” he admits. “You kinda look the part.”

Viktor laughs a little harshly. “Thanks,” he intones drily. “I swear I was a lot hotter when I was alive.”

“I didn’t – I didn’t mean that,” blusters Yuuri, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I just meant you look gothic and you have a job at a morgue. But I probably would’ve guessed vampire before zombie, then.”

“I think I’d rather be a vampire,” laments Viktor, taking a pointed sip of wine as he does so. “Much sexier. The hottest zombies have ever gotten are, like, as backup dancers for Michael Jackson.”

Yuuri laughs at that. “So the… brains thing?”

“I have to,” says Viktor. “Otherwise I get more… well, feral. You don’t want to see that. I don’t want to see that, at least ever again.”

“Ah.” Yuuri nods. “I’ll take your word for it. And the hot sauce?”

“I can’t eat anything without at least six chili peppers next to it on the menu.” Viktor drums his fingers against the counter. “And you’re… you’re fine with all of this, Yuuri? Like I said, I could move out –”

“No!” Yuuri shakes his head. “You can’t find anything in this city on such short notice, and since you already have your own kitchenware, I really don’t mind. Just, you know. Disinfect everything.”

Viktor chuckles. “Yeah, I know,” he says.

Yuuri hums, before taking a sip of his wine. “Okay… and how did you get turned?”

“The massacre,” replies Viktor. “I got scratched.”

“Oh,” says Yuuri simply. Viktor nods, and Yuuri heads back to the fridge to grab himself a slice of quiche he’d saved from the bakery.

He turns with the box of quiche, intending to set it on the counter, but suddenly Viktor goes very still, his gaze becoming unfocused. Yuuri recognises it – sometimes Viktor had done that in the past. Slowly, he puts the box down and waves a hand in front of Viktor’s face.

“Hello?” he asks.

Viktor jerks himself out of his trance, his blue eyes wide and sparkling. “Oh my god,” he says. “I have to tell Yurio about this.”

“Yurio?” asks Yuuri.

“Detective Plisetsky,” says Viktor, already halfway across the living room in his scramble for the hall closet and the brown coat contained inside. “There was a case this morning, something about a Jane Doe found in a bakery dumpster. She was a customer at the Cherry Flip.”

“Oh my god.” Yuuri gasps. “You were eating her brain.”

“Yeah, when I eat one I get the person’s memories and stuff. It’s really weird.” Viktor’s smile is now reaching his eyes as he swings on his coat. “Yurio’s going to love this, I swear.” And then he’s gone, the door to the apartment slamming shut behind him, and Yuuri is left in a dim kitchen with one and a half glasses of wine for company.

He downs his glass, and sighs. Maybe he should get himself another one.

#yoi #viktuuri #victuuri #lily's dabbles #izombie #izombie au #ariksay #ask

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mthevlamister · 7 years

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Prom?

Hey so this was written for @stonermurphy it was their prompt, I just wrote it. Enjoy, there is totally cursing. Lots of cursing.

“Tho thith will make me cool?” Rich sat in front of… Some guy? He heard about this, some drug from Japan. This dude was selling it. He wanted to be chill. “Yeah, get rid of the lisp too. You want it?” “YETH!” Rich said, almost jumping in the air. He had a reason for this, he promises. See, there was this kid who had headphones and a red hoodie. His name was Michael, he was really really cool. He didn’t care what people thought of him, he had a PT Cruiser! He didn’t drive it yet, but he had it! Oh that Cruiser. The things that Cruiser did to Rich was incredible. It’s just that Rich couldn’t talk to Michael without the lisp he had. He’d get flustered and embarrassed and he couldn’t do it.He tried.

“Hey Michael what wath the thience homework?” Rich asked that day. “I’m sorry what?” Michael took off his headphones, smiling at the shorter boy that day. “I-I athked–” “A lisp? Ha! Gay!” Rich heard some girl say, he was unsure who. No he wasn’t, it was Madeline. Rich hasn’t spoken to Michael since that day. “Well where’s the money kid?” Rich dug into his pocket, pulling out a small wallet, handing the guy over four hundred bucks. It was terrible, he saved that to buy Michael prom tickets when they were juniors.

They were freshman.

“Thanks kid, take it with Mountain Dew. Green, okay? No other kind will work.” The dealer said, handing him a pill. “What elthe would I uthe? Red? That'th been dithcontinued thince the 90'th!” Rich joked, seeing the guy tense. “Wait doeth that thut it off?” “Yes. Now leave.” Rich hopped to the nearest 711 he could find, walking to the fridges with Mountain Dew.

“Green is good but red is better.” Rich heard behind him. He turned around to see the boy of his affection behind him with a huge slushie.

“M-Michael!” God did he just stutter?! “Hey, what'th up?”

“Not much, junk food run for the aftermath of pot. You should join me and Jeremy sometime.” Michael smiled– Rich loved that damn smile– and left. Maybe he didn’t have to take the pill, he could just get high with Michael right now right? No. He paid for this pill. He would do it.

He paid for the Dew, walked outside, and took the pill. Nothing happened.“Rip off.” He hissed until he felt pain in his head, grabbing it he heard a voice and all of sudden the pain was over.

Why was Kermit the Frog in front of him?

I’m not Kermit Richard.

“What the hell–”

Don’t talk aloud, I can hear your thoughts just think.

‘Okay, what are you?

’I’m your SQUIP, the pill you just swallowed. My job is to make you popular. Starting with that lisp. Actually first your name, you’re Rich now. Not Richard, now to the lisp. Rich felt an electric shock ripple through his body, he yelped and grabbed his arms.“Richard?” Michael? Why was Michael in front of him?! “You okay?"

"Yeth–” another shock sent him wincing. “Y-yes.” Holy shit.The SQUIP is curing his lisp.

This is the boy you want?

'Yes.’

No, he’s a loser. Tell him you think his car is shit.

'I like his car!’ Another shock.“What kind of car is that? That looks hideous.” Rich lied, faking a laugh.

“Oh… It’s a PT Cruiser. I like it, is it not cool enough?” Michael did an eyebrow wiggle, making Rich laugh silently. Another shock.

“No. It makes you a gay loser.”

Good, now leave. Rich turned and left.

~ ~ ~

The SQUIP turned out to be less than perfect. Here he was in the hospital, SQUIPless.

He was rooming Jeremy Heere and who else would visit except Michael Mell himself. God how much did Rich make Michael want to kill himself?

“Hi Jeremy, hey Rich.” Michael said, walking in the room with crystal Pepsi and a bag of cheese puffs.

“Hey Michael.” Jeremy said. “I-I am so sorry about the whole SQUIP thing, you’re not a loser! You saved us and I– I just– I’m doing this for Christine. God I’d be lucky if she still wanted to talk to me–”

“You’re fine, tall ath.” Rich mumbled, eyes closed. “Thhe would be thuper happy if you athked her out.” His stupid lisp he hated it.

“Do I not get a hello Rich? I’m hurt. Very hurt, I thought you appreciated my company!” Michael mocked a pout, which was adorable, and sat in between their beds.

“No I like theeing you. Hello Michael, how are you?” Rich asked, looking at the 'riends’ on his bag.

“Still driving my gay loser car so all is well.” Michael joked, but stopped smiling when Rich winced.

Right.

That was the SQUIP.

“Hey you were right though, I’m a loser. Never a better time to be a loser! Did I tell you that I told Jeremy about how humans stopped evolving?”

“Tho there'th no reathon to get thronger right? I heard about that!”

“Jeremy?” All three boys turned when they heard a voice. It was Christine.

“Hi Christine!” Jeremy said, voice lacking confidence.

“Wanna walk to the cafeteria with me?” She asked, smiling.Jeremy nodded and left with her, leaving Michael and Rich on their own.

“Michael? I’m… I’m really thorry. About everything I did I mean. I wath a dick.”

“Yeah, you were, but hey you won’t be anymore right?”

Rich nodded, looking at his bed sheets.

Michael frowned. He walked over and put the Crystal Pepsi to Rich’s mouth. “Take a sip.” Rich did as he was told.

“Oh my god thith is good why don’t they make it anymore?!”

“Because god is dead.” Michael said in a solemn voice. He cracked a smile and touched Rich’s faded red streak. “In honor of it I think you should die this white.”

“Nah, purple blue and a reddith pink.”

“That’s the bisexual flag–”

“I’m bi.” Rich blurted. “I’m totally bi.”

Michael stared him dead in the eyes. Rich became worried Michael would walk out. “Hi totally bi, I’m Michael.”

“Get out. Leave. Never come back.” Rich laughed, snorting in between giggles. He looked at Michael who was now smirking.

“And I’m gay, so there’s that.” Michael walked closer. “Not for Jeremy, so I will have to get rid of that beautiful 'riends’ if you don’t mind.”

Rich snorted again, smiling. “I worked hard on that, but fine.”

“Did you… Work 'tho’ hard on it?”

“Thtop!!” Rich groaned, hitting his head on the pillow.

“Well I’m gonna go. Jeremy is getting let out today and I’m his ride so I’ll wrestle him away from Christine.” With that, Michael made an exit and went to find Jeremy.

Rich was sure he’d never see Michael until he came to school, but he was wrong.O

h how wrong was he.

“Michael makes am entrance!” Rich heard while he was laying down, daydreaming of his crush.

“Are you gonna do that each time you enter a room?” Rich sat up, faking a scowl. He thought it was cute, if he was honest.

“Yes–I mean yeth. But for real, in all seriousness, how are we today? I brought a present~” Michael sat down next to Rich and pulled out a red Dew.

“The THQUIP is gone Michael.” Rich deadpanned.

“Yeah but you never got a taste and when we were freshman I said it was better than regular so here you go!” Michael pushed it towards the shorter boy, smiling. Rich stared at it, debating whether or not to drink. His curiosity got the better of him and drank a sip, then a gulp. He ended up chugging the whole bottle. It was great.

“WHY HAVE I NEVER HAD THAT BEFORE?!” Rich cried, throwing the bottle to the ground and grabbing Michael’s arms.

“Cmon dude that was my drink–”

“IT WATH REALLY GOOD MICHAEL!”

“I know Rich, that’s why I gave it to you.”

Rich smiled, jumping in his seat. “I need ten gallonth of that. I really need it.”

“Oh god I turned you into a Dew junkie, didn’t I?” Michael frowned, making a praying gesture with his hands as a joke. “Oh why did he have to get addicted so young?”

“Thut up.” Rich laughed, punching his shoulder lightly.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to 'thut up’ but I can shut up.” Michael teased, touching Rich’s hair.

“Boo. Bad joke!” Rich batted at Michael’s hand, but somehow ended up leaning into the touch more (who knows how).

“Well, if you’re gonna be friends with Jeremy without the SQUIP you’re gonna have to deal with bad jokes because I’m gonna hang out with him.”

“Great, that thounds fun.” Rich said, his voice sounded awkward and scrambled.

“Unless he leaves me again. At least you didn’t outright leave me after years of knowing me, it hurts you know? He’d much rather be with Christine or-or Jake or you!” Michael was shaking, it made Rich’s heart ache slightly.

He couldn’t say that he left Michael for the super computer too, even if it was the truth.

“Michael, why don’t we hang out when I get out of here?” Rich’s voice cracked at every other word. He was nervous, very nervous. “We can play games or something?” That wasn’t supposed to be a question, but it came out like one.

“… Dude, have you ever played apocalypse of the damned?” Rich quietly listened to every word Michael said about the game, it seemed to be a game full of zombie and place puns but it would be fun to test out.“—and I still haven’t beat level ten and I need a new player two because Jeremy isn’t going to play anymore!” Michael finished, taking gulps of air into his mouth.

“I’ll be your 'player two’ if you want.” Rich said, smiling. Since when did his smile come unnaturally?

“Aw, I’m honored. Now I guess you won’t be… Bi yourself?” Michael smiled.

“That wathn’t horrible, I’m proud.”

“I’m glad.” Michael said, leaning on his hands, fluttering his eyelashes. Rich blushed, much to his dismay.

“Well then get ready for bad oneth, I tell loadth!”

“Tell me one.”

“I didn’t pan thith out well!” Rich emphasized the “pan” and smiled a lot.

“A replacement of plan?” Michael asked. “Classy.”

“Very!” Rich confirmed.

“Very what?”

“Very clathy– you jutht wanted to hear the lithp didn’t you?” Rich’s eyes widened in horror.

“Yes. It’s cute.” Michael grinned, winking at the shorter boy.How many times was Rich going to be confirmed short?

“O-oh really?” Rich leaned on his arm, tripping as he missed the bed and fell face first to the floor. Michael howled with laughter, trying to lean down and help him up only to laugh harder and fall next to him. Rich smiled and began to laugh too, ignoring the pain.

“I’m sorry you just fell! That was amazing!” Michael looked at Rich, noticing how close they were. It would be a lie to say Michael didn’t like Rich. He always appreciated the way he bullied him (was Michael a masochist? Probably), he loved the way Rich would joke in the hallways, how he’d gossip about Jake’s “latest conquest”. But Michael also liked– no loved– Richard. The nerdier version of Rich. He used to stalk him, if he was honest. He followed him in a 711 once in freshman year and judged his choice of Mountain Dew! He pretended to get food for his high! No he loved Richard and his lisp and his bad jokes. He loved the way he’d trip in the hallways and mess up. He also loved bisexual Richard, not straight Rich. So yeah, Michael was blushing insanely.

Rich was still doing his little giggle snort laugh, ignoring the obvious tension and passion there was. Michael moved closer and closer and–

“Why is Rich on the floor?” Both boys looked up.Jake was standing there, grinning. “So you finally made out? Good, because Rich will–”

“No! Hey, thup Jakey-D?” Rich sat up. “Came to vithit me?”

“Yeah, I did. But I see Michael is already making moves, should I leave or stay?”

“Nah man, you can see your buddy. I’m leaving anyway. See you tomorrow Richard!” Michael left, ignoring Rich’s “it'th Rich”, and getting to his PT Cruiser (would he ever change his car?) and drove all the way to Jeremy’s. He needed to talk about this. It’s too bad Jenna was on the phone with Jeremy when Michael busted down his door screaming “I ALMOST KISSED RICHARD JEREMY MY BUDDY ASK HOW IT IS HANGING BECAUSE IT IS NOT BANGING! IM FREAKING OUT!”

It was silent until Jenna squealed.

“DONT TELL ANYONE JENNA!” Michael grabbed the phone, practically crying. Jeremy uttered a quick “Jenna don’t, got to go” and hung up. He turned to Michael and asked him to explain.

“Do you think he’d actually be interethted in me?” Rich asked Jake, moving back onto the bed. “I jutht don’t think he liketh me!”

“He offered for you to be his player two, didn’t he?” Jake said, smiling. “I forgot how awkward you where pre-SQUIP. Did you really fall trying to lean like you were cool?”

“Yeah, I did.” Rich avoided the word 'yes’ and looked away.

“That’s amazing.” Jake snickered, punching Rich’s arm lightly.

“I’m thorry about your houthe.” Rich mumbled. “You can thtay with me if you want.”

“Nah I’m staying with Chloe, her parents are cool with it.” Jake waggled his eyebrows. “Speaking of, I got to go. I’ll see you at school right?”

“Yeah, you will.” Rich said, knowing Monday would be his doom. Then everyone would know he was still a nerd.

~ ~ ~

“So Jenna says that Michael said he almost kissed Rich.” Chloe said to Brooke and Jenna (even though Jenna was the first to know).

“Jenna?! You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Jeremy walked up, eyes wide. “Michael is going to be so pissed!”

“We won’t tell anyone Jeremy.” Brooke smiled. “Except Christine, we told her. We also told Jake, but he promised not to tell Rich.”

Michael walked up, some weird hipster drink in his hand, smiling. “What’s the beeswax friends?”

Jeremy laughed. “Nothing Michael, just something Madeline did.”

“Oh my gosh, so Madeline–” Jenna went on this huge rant on what the poor girl did recently. Michael pretended to be interested but looked at the clock. It was Friday, he would visit Rich after school. He knew it was almost a matter of time until that clock showed he could leave.

“–Michael?” Brooke’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Yeah?”

“Are you wearing crocs?” Brooke looked at his feet in disgust.

“…. Yes?”

“Oh my gosh you poor boy. We need to buy you actual shoes!” Chloe gasped, shaking her head.

“Never. Crocs five-ever.“ Michael said, walking away.

”… He’s wearing socks with them!“ Jenna cried, hitting Jeremy’s arm. "Help him!”

“Nah, he won’t listen to me. Only if I insult him which I’m not doing again.”

“Fine.” Jenna huffed, going back into her story.

~ ~ ~

“You’re wearing crocth? Really Michael?” Rich raised an eyebrow.

“Oh don’t be a Jenna! You know you love my crocs!”

“I do.” Rich said, meaning every word.

“Okay, don’t lie they’re hideous.” Michael said sitting on his bed.

“Okay firtht of all, they’re not. Thecond of all, why do you wear them then?!” Rich moved to sit next to Michael.

“Someone has to like this stuff, and they’re comfortable. One day, my little Rich, I’ll get you crocs and make you wear them to school!”

To prom! We’re wearing crocs to prom. That’s final!

“I’m not little!” Rich said, instead.“You’re shorter than me. Remind me when I get you in crocs I should give you my hoodie.” Michael said, smiling.

“I thould take your glatheth too. Become a thmaller Michael.” Rich hated saying “glasses”. Michael wasn’t smiling anymore. “Michael? Are you upthet?”

“N-no. Not all.” Michael was picturing Rich in all his clothes. It was really cute.

“You thtopped thmiling.” Rich frowned.

“Sorry, I was thinking I can’t see without my glasses so you’d have to take a picture.” This was a lie, Michael would be able to see Rich clearly. He just wanted a picture.

“Okay, I’m fine with that.” Rich smiled again, he began to bounce. “Gueth what! I’m getting out Monday! I can’t wait to hear all the drama from Jenna and Chloe and Brooke! Jake wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“Oh, oh drama yeah! Yeah there’s been a lot.” Of my drama. “Madeline has been crazy.”

“I’m really looking forward to her drama.” Rich admitted.

“Yeah, well prom is coming up too. Lots of drama there, Jake is probably going with Chloe. Brooke has no date, Jeremy will ask Christine. Hey if you’re into Brooke you could take her.”

“Nah, I-I have my eye thet on thomeone.” Rich admitted, hoping Michael got the hint. He didn’t, and he was upset.

“That’s good! I bet they’ll say yes.”

“Are you going with anyone?” Rich asked, hoping the answer was–

“No.” Michael said. “I’m not a prom person, I wouldn’t get a date. I’d probably go and be in the corner eating all the food. No, probably getting high out back.”

“Ah, I thee.” Rich felt no courage, shrinking into his bed.

“Shit what time is it? I have to go home, I’m sorry Richard. I’ll see you, okay? Here’s my number, text me!” Michael left.Rich, for some reason, liked it when Michael called him Richard. That wasn’t his biggest concern though. He had Michael’s number! Wait, that wasn’t the biggest concern! He texted Jake.

Rich: Hey Jakey-D, how do I ask Michael to prom?

Wait.Shit that was the SQUIP group chat.

He was screwed.

Jenna Cakes: OMG you want to ask him?!

Brooking it to class: Rich, you have to be fancy with it.

Valentine’s Day: Can we help?!

He’s Heere: I can tell you for a fact Michael would say yes if you just gave him a slushie. Better hurry, he’s been talking about some JD he met at 711.

Jakey-D: yo, I gotchu I’ll message him!

Rich: NO! I WANT TO DO IT! I JUST NEED IDEAS! STOP ALL OF YOU!

Rich was hiding under his blanket, mostly because of the pun names but also because he was nervous; that’s what he did when he was nervous.

Brooking it to class: why not flowers?

He’s Heere: he loves chocolates, get him weed brownies. Do it, I dare you to.

Jakey-D: I double dog dare you.

Valentine’s Day: triple dog dare you. Can’t not do it now.

He’s Heere: write 'prom?’ with icing! Make it Mountain Dew Red icing!

Rich laughed. That would be amusing.

Brooking it to class: I’ll help you pick out flowers. NOT WEED JEREMY!

He’s Heere: boo.

Brooking it to class: this’ll be a fun project.

Rich: cool, I get out Sunday so we can do it then.

Rich opened the calendar and made his plans with Brooke. Sunday would be fun.

~ ~ ~

Sunday was not fun, because Rich had to text Michael saying he was busy with Brooke. Michael said it was fine, but Rich thought he was lying.

“So I suggest we get yellow acacia. It signifies a true friendship but a secret love. We’ll get him a couple of those and also some white dittany! Those show passion and love.” Brooke was saying, pulling Rich through some weird flower shop. Some guy with curly hair and glasses was at the counter with a blonde girl. The name tags read 'Seymour’ and 'Audrey’.

“Okay, tho thethe two?” Rich grabbed the bouquets. He smiled a bit.Perfect.

“Oh, are those for your girlfriend? How lovely! I wish my boyfriend did that! He’s a dentist, you may know him!” Audrey, the female flower seller, smiled. Seymour frowned at the mention, staring at a bruise on the woman’s arm that Rich noticed.

“No. He’s asking someone to prom though!” Brooke answered excitedly.

“Y-yeah. I am.” Rich mumbled, paying for the flowers.

“Okay, so you put those in water and you’ll give them to Michael. Let’s find pot brownies for him.”

“Ah, Jeremy thaid he’d get them, tho it'th okay!” Rich smiled. “I thould go home."

"Alright, if you say so.” Brooke smiled sweetly before leaving. Rich sighed, heading home. He was just sneaking to his room when he heard his dad walk in the hallway.

“Flowers? Asking a girl out?”

“Yeah, I am.” Rich lied.

“Put them in a vase at least.” His dad smirked.Rich nodded and went to the kitchen, putting them in separate vases. He brought them to his room and texted Michael.

Rich: I’ll see you tomorrow right?

RMD: of course! You’d willingly talk to me in public? I’m honored.

Rich was about to say yes when he saw his username changed.

Richard: Michael.

RMD: yes?

Richard: why

RMD: because I can Richard, fight me.

Richard: How’d you even do that?

RMD: I’m a beautiful hacker fight me.

Richard: change it back!

RMD: never.

Rich sighed and put his phone down. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

~ ~ ~

“Richard, hey–” Jenna snickered, before being cut off.

“Don’t call me Richard. I’m Rich.” Rich mumbled, leaning against his locker. “Michael changed my thtupid uthername thomehow."

"Do you have the flowers?” Brooke asked.

“Yeth. Where'th Michael?”

“Wait! Here!” Jeremy gave him tupperware with brownies in it. “He’s at his locker.”

“Thankth.” Rich walked over as cooly as he could to Michael’s locker.

“Hey Richard!” Michael smirked. His eyes fell upon the flowers. “Are those for the prom person?”

“Yeah, here.” Rich placed the flowers in Michael’s hands. He carefully opened the tupperware where the message was written. It just said “prom?” but there was only five brownies. Rich wasn’t complaining.

“That’s cool I bet they’ll love it!” Michael said, giving a thumbs up (as best as one could while holding flowers).

“Do you?” Rich asked.

“Well yeah, I’m jealous of the person– oh these are for me? Oh… OH!” Michael’s eyes widened as he looked at the brownies, then flowers. “OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT!”

Rich let out a nervous laugh. “Ith that a no?”

“ITS A MCFRICKEN YES!” Michael screamed.

“Never thay "mcfricken again”.“ Rich deadpanned.

"No promises, but yes! Of course yes! Totally yes!” Michael was gonna cry, he really was. “This is amazing!”

“I’m glad, I got nervouth.” Rich admitted.

“I’d be too, I’m pretty awesome I’ll be honest.” Michael teased, slinging his free arm around Rich. “Now, Richard, is this an invitation to date?”

“Yeth.”

“Okay good now I can do this.” Michael said.Before Rich could ask what “this” was Michael swooped down and kissed him.

It was going to be a great prom.

I do accept notes (GET IT! HA!). Thanks for reading. I may write one for their prom.

#be more chill #be more chill musical #be more chill novel #be more chill michael #be more chill rich #expensive headphones #jeremy x christine #chloe x jake #musicals #be more chill fanfic #be more chill fanfiction #be more chill fandom

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actualbird · 7 years

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Amazing Race AU: Jet and Michael are the team that (unless they are in a massive rush) will stop and take selfies with fans and acknowledge fan blogs. They see a fan on the street who's staring longingly? "Hey! Want a photo?" They see a funny post online? They bring it up on camera. Read an amazing fanfiction? Quote it. Michael thinks it's halarious that they have a following and M I L K S I T.

kfhkdsfjdfkjhf okay so @ fake-name, that scenario is unlikely in their original season because by the time they have a fanbase, all shooting and travelling and editing is done. so when the fanbase blows up, michael and jeremy are already chilling in their shared apartment happily watching people lose their collective shit over all the things that went down. by this point, they are already dating and they watch the episodes together while cuddling on the couch to see how the story looked from the outside, what went on with the other teams when they weren’t paying attention, and to laugh hysterically at literally every scene they’re in.

(”I can’t believe this,” Michael wheezes, wiping a tear from his eye with the hand not holding Jeremy’s. On screen, Michael and Jeremy are hugging, and Jeremy finds it pretty weird to watch himself on television. It’s disorienting, seeing his experiences from another perspective. From a completely different perspective that manages to showcase just how goddamn oblivious they both were.“This is just the first episode and you literally solemnly said ‘you’re the most important thing in my life’. To me! To my face! Because I figured out a riddle!”

“I said it because it was true, shut up,” Jeremy groans good naturedly as Michael’s chest just keeps shaking from laughter under his head. He props himself up on his elbows to look at Michael. “It’s not like you have any room to talk, Mr. You Bring Light Into My Life, Jeremy Heere, Thank You,” Jeremy says it over-the-top sweet, nuzzling back into Michael’s chest. Michael flicks him on the nose. “Hey!”

“I said that when we were in Barcelona, okay. So first off, I was prompted by the ambiance. It’s Barcelona. Second, that was way farther into the competition. This is the first episode,” Michael says, threading his hand into Jeremy’s hair. “Sooooo, I win.”

“Win what?” Jeremy laughs. The TV is playing a bit where Chloe and Brooke are running across the streets. Brooke keeps whispering ‘cardio, cardio, cardio’ to herself.

“I have no idea.” Michael hums. Then he says, “Scratch that. We both won, really, yeah?”

Jeremy knows he’s not talking about the cash prize, but he nods, understanding all the same, Michael’s heartbeat a steady sound by his ear. “Yeah. Yeah we did.”)

SO OF COURSE they know about the fans and the fanbase and the shipping. michael thinks it’s the best thing ever while jeremy is a little bit more embarrassed about it (because jesus, they really were fucking oblivious). of course, for studio contract reasons, michael and jeremy cannot divulge any spoilers and are encouraged not to interact with the fans too much for various reasons: 1) fans are smart and might just deduce who wins and who gets eliminated, which is a big no-no for an elimination based show like the amazing race and 2) “Okay, Michael. Jeremy. You can’t tell anybody you’re dating now. This isn’t because we don’t approve of your relationship, but because if fans know you’re an item, they might stop watching the pine fest. Understood?”

it’s pretty understood. plus, they signed the contract. but michael actually reads the thing and learns that they’re not allowed to not interact with fans. they just cant say anything about the season + their relationship. everything else is fair game.

michael binge likes tweets about them. like. almost every one. it’s a joke in the fanbase that if you mention michael or jeremy even tangentially michael will find it and like it. it’s so easy to summon to him, but he says NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. when the fans realize the goddamn pine fest of the century, theyre basically banging down michael’s social media sites with pots and pans “GIVE US ANSWERS!!” to which he just replies with :)c each and every time. all his tweets have nothing to do with the show and are mostly about his music or a picture of a dog he saw that day. he tweets nothing new about jeremy because that would make the internet speculate and Explode, but if u go back on his twitter or insta it’s just all them (plus more dogs). what im tryna say is that michael’s a huge troll and while he riles up the fans, they also dont get much stuff to guess on so they continue watching the show. (somewhere out there, a bunch of amazing race execs just breathe a sigh of relief “oh, thank god”)

ANYWAY I VEERED WAY OFF COURSE, but if that scenario were to happen, it would be because the second scenario of anon happened. they totally agree to it but i think that by that point, they’re not doing it for the money and aren’t very competitive. the showrunners don’t mind because just their presence is enough to up the hype for the season even if michael and jeremy just turn it into a glorified honeymoon with challenges and being really really nice to fans. michael is SO UP FOR IT but jeremy is still shy. everybody is charmed either way and they all weep when Team Hus Bands is eliminated once again, (but also maybe a little bit relieved because god their screentime was just. unadulterated love. it’s overwhelming to watch. love is real. love is so real. too real. hey boys can you maybe tone it down just a little bit because this is national television and—-and theyre kissing, okay. okay fine.)

(really, it’s the showrunners’ fault for wanting them back a second time. they should know by now that michael and jeremy together always results in something.)

#asks #i may have rambled #amazing race au #totally-not-using-a-fake-name #hc

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scouringsaucepans-blog · 7 years

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Would You Just... Clean the Grill?

I am about to do something unconventional, radical, perhaps even heroic. I am about to clean the grill.

I know.

I hate cleaning the grill. I have always hated cleaning the grill. I remember childhood as one long uninterrupted stretch of wonder and joy, pretty much because I spent it never having to clean any grills.

At 15 I could be found in the kitchen of my family home, staring at the grill with tilted head, silently, like that dinosaur trying to comprehend existence in Tree of Life. Cleaning that grill must be a nightmare, I began to think. I’m glad that has nothing whatsoever to do with me.

At university I was appropriately adequate in many ways. I finished my assignments on time and washed my pots and only occasionally maxed-out my overdraft. But the grill was just not my domain. I found if I left it long enough someone else would get angry and clean it for me – and that person’s anger was always infinitely preferable to actually doing the grill myself.

But then university was over and I was living back at home, pretending I didn’t need a job because I was going to be the next Jack Kerouac, and suddenly my mother had decided the rules had changed.

She would return from work and I would hastily tab out of World of Warcraft, back to the Word document in which had been scrawled the same lousy four paragraphs for weeks, and my mother would come upstairs and ask how the writing was going, and I would squint at my lousy four paragraphs and say, Yes, good thanks, yes. And my mother would put her arm on my chair, and I wouldn’t say anything. And she would peer out of the window, and I wouldn’t say anything. And she would walk back towards the door, and my fingers would be hovering over the alt and tab keys, and she would be at the door, through it, gone – and then she would turn around, like fucking Colombo, and offhandedly ask if I would mind quickly cleaning the grill.

And I would stomp downstairs, muttering how the grill wasn’t even dirty, I hadn’t even used it, that Jack Kerouac never would have finished On the Road if he had been perpetually forced to clean grills like this, and I would get to the grill, and in fairness it would look like the back seat of the car in that scene in Pulp Fiction when John Travolta accidentally shoots Marvin in the face.

But I had meandering poetic romans-à-clef to be writing – or at least night elf druids to be levelling up – so I would do with that grill what Harvey Keitel had the mobsters do with that car in Pulp Fiction: I would gather up all the sodden old tin foil and throw it away, and then basically ensconce the grill pan and all the crumbs and congealed fat and bits of crisped bacon in new foil, so that if someone peered close the subterfuge would not hold, but from a distance any mum-cops in the area might be fooled. And then I would make cheese on toast and go back to World of Warcraft.

***

Of course now, a decade later, I’m a proper adult, which means I don’t even change the foil in the grill. I just leave it all and hope that, like hair, it will eventually start regulating itself.

Except the roguishly deprecating tone I’ve engendered here belies the truth of the situation, which is that I am miserable. My girlfriend will come in from her exhausting job as a pub manager – which job provides the flat in which we both reside – and I’ll hastily tab away from, I don’t know, a Wikipedia page detailing Captain America’s role in the 1982 Marvel comic book cross-over event Contest of Champions, say, back to the Blogger draft in which has been scrawled the same lousy four paragraphs for an eternity, and she, my girlfriend, will ask how the writing is going, and I will squint at my lousy four paragraphs and mutter, Yes, good thanks, yes.

And it’s all fucked. I don’t know what to write. If I’m not up for work or something that will let anyone but myself down then I’ll just stay in bed all day, and the flat is a tip, and I’ve got no clean socks, and I keep reading the first page of books and then throwing them aside, and there’s this weight pressing down on my chest that has been pressing down in some form or another for as long as I can remember, and it’s like everything is too heavy, I can’t lift any of it off, it’s all fucked…

And then here I am in the kitchen one day looking at all the dishes feeling the weight pressing down, and sort of slowly yet all at once it strikes me that although I can’t lift off the heavier weights, the ones about my career and my future and the apparent inexorability of my failure, there are smaller, more manageable weights that I could lift off, if I actually so desired, and one of these, perhaps the smallest, so small that it would almost be more ridiculous to not do it, is cleaning the grill.

So I am going to clean the grill.

***

And immediately I find I can breathe easier. Although, yes, only a minuscule weight, it is the first time anything has been lifted off rather than added in aeons, and it fills me with hope. Life is not so bad. You do little bits and they add up to big bits, and eventually you are free. The trick is to go slowly, and go easy on yourself. The grill today, then later I will watch Netflix, maybe have a beer, and I’ll be prepared to tackle more tomorrow.

But what will I watch on Netflix? Do they have Aliens on Netflix? I love Aliens so much. It’s not got the majesty of the original Alien, of course – what does? – but it is basically schlocky 80s B-movie as apotheosis. I tell you what, when you’re having a beer, a few beers, and watching Aliens – when those marines are running around in their bandanas, and Bill Paxton is shouting “Game over man, whoah man, we’re toast man,” and Michael Biehn is being Michael Biehn – when the alien queen detaches from her flaming egg sack – when that reveal comes of Ripley in her mech suit…

… Or is it Bill Pullman? Bill Paxton and Bill Pullman are similar, no? Is this a thing? Do people know about this?

I continue with such thoughts for about half an hour, until I realise I’ve spent all the reward from cleaning the grill but have as of yet not actually cleaned the grill, and that there is nothing left to do but go and clean the grill, and I instantly start feeling miserable again.

I motivate myself all over again, and head into the kitchen. To the cupboard where we keep the tin foil. There is no tin foil.

What the Paxton?

I swear, every time I try to drag myself out of this pit, God comes and puts some insurmountable obstacle in my way, like he doesn’t want me to succeed, like he wants me to stay suffering here forever. How are you supposed to fight against God?

No, Rob. Stop inventing deities to blame for your inability to complete basic household chores. Just go to the shop for more tin foil.

I go to the shop. Outside it is balmy, warm, wonderful, and everything feels great. I’m moving, life is happening, we can do this.

My cheeriness lasts for two and a half minutes, until I arrive at the shop and the lady points me to the wrong aisle for tin foil, and I decide the best course of action is to stand there pretending to choose from what is actually a selection of tinned goods until she disappears and I can go looking myself – except then the lady realises her mistake and comes jogging back, and I have to yell at her that It’s fine, it’s absolutely fine, I wanted butter beans anyway. Which I definitely didn’t.

Then at the counter I put my basket down before the woman in front has finished paying, and I don’t know what to do, whether to draw attention to the awkwardness by picking the basket up again, so I just hover there too close while the woman buys lottery tickets and chats to the cashier. I’m invading this chat, I think. My arms hang at my side like repugnant flippers. I can’t for the life of me remember how people are supposed to stand.

Finally, eight years later, it is my turn. I act too northern with the cashier to mask my embarrassment, but it comes off weird and I know she can tell I’m from the posh end of Sheffield, that I don’t belong here. All walk home I am distressed, gloomy. I think of others my age, struggling with promotions and babies and marriages, and here I am struggling to buy tin foil from a shop. I am wretched.

But the only thing more wretched, I decide as I return, would be to use my self-pity as an excuse to not clean the grill. I really am going to have to clean this grill.

So I get started – by planning out what I’ll do. First the dishes in the sink will need washing to make room. Which means actually first I’ll have to put the dry dishes away. I hate that this is a thing. Why don’t we just build kitchens with huge draining boards instead of cupboards, and then we could store dishes where they dry, thus removing a pointless and mundane job from existence? The same with clothes. Replace wardrobes with massive clothes horses, then we’d never again have to stress over folding t-shirts and the sides not being even and having to shake them out and try again, and finding pairs for all the socks, and staring at the wall as the light fades and the evening draws in, wondering whether it’s even worth being alive in such a bourgeois existence that apparently consists of nothing but putting possessions in drawers and then taking them out again, over and over, until death comes for us hunched and–

–Oh, that’s the dishes put away. Wasn’t so bad.

I wash the dishes in the sink. I wash the big roasting pan that we inexplicably store on top of the grill where it gets covered in dust and grease. I bet that was my girlfriend’s idea, I think. I find a better home for the roasting pan, on top of the highest cupboard where neither of us can reach.

Finally it is the grill’s turn. The old tin foil wilts in my hands. Underneath is a fatty pool of despair. I scrape out the pool with a spatula. I attack the grill pan with wire wool, green scourer, sponge. I attack the grill rack with same. I put it to dry.

I rinse out the empty wine bottles, the empty milk carton. I clean the hobs, the front of the oven, the kitchen tiles. I look around, panting. I do inside the sink, the back of the sink, wash out the cutlery tub with all the pond water in the bottom. I take out the recycling. I empty the cat’s litter tray, take the bins out, sweep the floor. I get it all done, do it all.

***

It is later. We’re watching Netflix. I tell my girlfriend I’m making a brew. I go to the kitchen, stand in the middle of the room, look around. The grill is gleaming. Everything is gleaming.

This will be easy, I think. All I have to do is apply today’s technique to every issue in my life that I’ve allowed to get on top of me over the past decade, and continue applying it every day for the rest of my life. Yes, I think. Easy.

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• A ‘liberal paradise’ would be a place where everybody has guaranteed employment, free comprehensive health care, free education, free food, free housing, free clothing, free utilities and only law enforcement personnel have guns. And, believe it or not, such a liberal utopia does indeed exist. … It’s called prison. – Joe Arpaio • A clothing company is making T-shirts inspired by Bernie Sanders with messages like ‘Feel the Bern.’ They were gonna make them for Lincoln Chafee too, but no one wants to wear a shirt that says ‘Feel the Chafee.’ – Jimmy Fallon • A great thing happening now in art is that artists are using the figure, the body, clothing, life. – Issey Miyake • A long memory is the most subversive idea in America. A tautology is a thing which is tautological. A witty saying proves nothing, but saying something pointless gets people’s attention. If your kids look like you, it’s hereditory. If they look like the neighbor, it’s the environment. Although golf was originally restricted to wealthy, overweight Protestants, today it’s open to anybody who owns hideous clothing. – Dave Barry • A lot of geeks are pale, bespectacled, wear dark clothing and don’t get out much – the stereotype exists because it is very often true. I could pass for a non-geek but it would be inaccurate. – China Mieville • A man who examines the saddle and bridle and not the animal itself when he is out to buy a horse is a fool; similarly, only an absolute fool values a man according to his clothes, or according to his position, which after all is only something we wear like clothing. – Seneca the Younger • A sheep in sheep’s clothing. – Winston Churchill • A weird thing happens when you’re taken out of your normal clothing and put into USA gear. – Shaun White • A woman’s dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view. – Sophia Loren • About 25 years ago, I took a bicycle across the United States. I soon found out that the greatest item of clothing was the trusty bandanna. There were dozens of uses for a bandanna – as a pot holder, a chain cleaner, a sun shield, a headband, a snot rag, a declaration of Kerouacian intent. – Colum McCann • Actors have an unusual perspective on clothing. You’ve really got to know the impact of what you’re wearing on the character you’re playing – Kyle MacLachlan • Advertising mourishes the consuming power of men. It sets up before a man the goal of a better home, better clothing, better food for himself and his family. It spurs individual exertion and greater production. – Winston Churchill • Alessandro Michele is finally made clothing for men that is as fun to wear as the clothes that women get to wear. That’s not often the case. There’s a sense of joy and celebration in it. – Jared Leto • Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike. – Carl Sandburg • All the asylum clothing is made by the patients, but sewing does not employ one’s mind. After several months’ confinement the thoughts of the busy world grow faint, and all the poor prisoners can do is to sit and ponder over their hopeless fate – Nellie Bly • All the athletes are individuals. This isn’t a team sport. We all have our own styles, our own clothing preferences and our own way of doing things. That’s the way I do things and I’m proud of it. – Nick Goepper • Although a man may wear fine clothing, if he lives peacefully; and is good, self-possessed, has faith and is pure; and if he does not hurt any living being, he is a holy man. – Denis Diderot • Although golf was originally restricted to wealthy, overweight Protestants, today it’s open to anybody who owns hideous clothing. – Dave Barry • America is becoming more and more dependent upon imports from foreign manufacturers than we are exports from our country in all fields: in appliances, in clothing, even food. This year America may become for the first time in its history a net food importer. – Marcy Kaptur • Anyone can get dressed up and glamorous, but it is how people dress in their days off that are the most intriguing. – Alexander Wang • As for Clothing, to come at once to the practical part of the question, perhaps we are led oftener by the love of novelty and a regard for the opinions of men, in procuring it, than by a true utility. – Henry David Thoreau • As for uniqueness, this is virtually nonexistent! And it’s a shame that people think they’re unique because they have a face ring, retro clothing, colorful hair, drive a certain kind of automobile or listen to some obscure musician. – Gary Yourofsky • As you know, the business is cyclic with styles. It’s no different from clothing styles. – Juice Newton • Authenticity doesn’t mean much to me. I just want “good”, in the sense of well-designed, well-constructed, long-lasting garments. My interest in military clothing stems from that. It’s not about macho, playing soldiers, anything militaristic. It’s the functionality, the design-solutions, the durability. Likewise workwear. – William Gibson

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• Change is a sheep in wolf’s clothing – Darren LaCroix • Clothes are nothing more than a fig leaf. And the bodies beneath are just another layer of clothing, an outfit of flesh with an impractically thin leather exterior, in various shades of pink, yellow and brown. The souls alone are real. Seen in this way, there can never be any such thing as social unease or shyness or embarrassment. All you need do is greet your fellow soul. – Michel Faber • Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. – Mark Twain • Clothing has a great deal to do with the attitudes and energy that others direct towards you. I favor the chic, and tend to avoid the trendy. I think that it’s good to be chic when possible because it is more inaccessible. – Frederick Lenz • Clothing is art. It’s an expression of how you feel. I think that it’s not so much a question of a certain style or designer, but of finding the type of clothing that works well for you. – Frederick Lenz • Clothing sales plummet, rent delinquencies mount and even grocery sales shrink as gamblers, having tapped out their entertainment budgets, dip into dollars set aside for necessities – John Warren Kindt • C’m’on lefties! Admit that Trump has been very tough on China. He has been especially tough on Chinese kids who slave away in sweatboxes, making his clothing lines. – Michael R. Burch • Curiously, ghosts are rarely if ever seen in the nude. They appear fully clothed, and may even change clothing on subsequent appearances. They may change their form, to appear as they looked at different stages of their lives. Unless someone out there knows of an extoplasmic department store on the spiritual plane, we have to wonder, “Where do the clothes and accessories come from? – Loyd Auerbach • Customers want good value, but they care more than ever how food and clothing products are made. – Stuart Rose • Definitely with the fit of clothing – how it really depends on mere centimeters and millimeters of difference in terms of how lengths can make such a big impact on your shape. I learned how to incorporate a cute peter pan collar on a dress and not make it look juvenile. – Lily Collins • Don’t forget that costumes, like dreams, are symbolic communication. Dreams teach us that a language for everything exists – for every object, every color worn, every clothing detail. Hence, costumes provide an aesthetic objectification that helps to tell the character’s story. – Federico Fellini • Elegance is a question of personality, more than one’s clothing. – Jean Paul Gaultier • Even now, if I am thinking about spending a lot of money on clothing or furniture, I think ‘I can’t spend so much money on one thing; my poor old Daddy could have raised his family five years on that!’ – Dolly Parton • Evil is real – and powerful. It has to be fought, not explained away, not fled. And God is against evil all the way. So each of us has to decide where we stand, how we’re going to live our lives. We can try to persuade ourselves and wink at evil. We can say that it isn’t so bad after all, maybe even try to call it fun by clothing it in silks and velvets. We can compromise with it, keep quiet about it , and say it’s none of our business. Or we can work on God’s side, listen for His orders on strategy against the evil, no matter how horrible it is, and know that He can transform it. – Catherine Marshall • Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility. – James Montgomery • Fashion is very much emotional. When you see it, or when you wear the right clothing, or you wear whatever, it’s supposed to make you feel something. You’re supposed to feel some type of emotion, and I feel like I try to do that when I’m on a red carpet. – Zendaya • Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. – Neale Donald Walsch • Five Great Habits for Better Relationships: acceptance (smile each time), appreciation (say thank you to everyone), admiration (compliment people on their appearance or clothing, etc.), approval (praise immediately, specifically and repeatedly), and attention (be a good listener). – Brian Tracy • Food, clothing and shelter — these are the basic needs. Beyond that, if you want anything, it is the beginning of self-deception. – U.G. Krishnamurti • For example, I wear clothes I buy at trendy shops because I don’t care much about clothing. If someone wants to create a trend around clothing, I’ll happily and blindly follow. – Lewis Schiff • For me, clothing is nothing without the story behind it. Everything I own evokes some kind of memory. – Rachael Taylor • For me, it’s really day to day. I don’t really plan ahead and I like to be excited about what I’m wearing. Being on the road all the time, it’s various articles of clothing that keep me inspired and feeling good. A fun or beautiful thing to wear can change your day. I think spontaneity and not adhering to any narrow styles keep me happy. – Victoria Legrand • For me, the anarchy movement is hilarious. It’s all under .org, which is of course government sponsored websites, and then they’re all wearing corporate clothing from the Dr.Martin’s to the back sacks and the cell phones, they’re all flying around on corporate jets and using corporate highways. Very anarchistic! – John Lydon • For over forty years, in a spirit of love, members of the Church have been counseled to be thrifty and self-reliant; to avoid debt; pay tithes and a generous fast offering; be industrious; and have sufficient food, clothing, and fuel on hand to last at least one year. Today there are compelling reasons to reemphasize this counsel. – Ezra Taft Benson • Gamblers spend 10 percent less on food; 25 percent less on clothing and 35 percent less on savings – John Warren Kindt • Gap clothing allows you to look like you’re from nowhere and anywhere. – Douglas Coupland • Giving back is the right thing to do, whether it’s donating clothing or even just a smile to someone who needs it. – Becky G • God is our clothing, that wraps, clasps and encloses us so as to never leave us. – Julian of Norwich • Have you ever known an alcoholic, a cigarette smoker, or a heroin user to be rational when it came to alcohol, cigarettes, or heroin? Of course not. And there is NO such thing as a rational – or ethical – meat, dairy, egg and honey-eater when it comes to animal issues and whether humans should be enslaving, murdering and eating animals, or using them as test subjects, clothing and entertainment. – Gary Yourofsky • I actually love modeling clothing and showing women that clothing and style can help your confidence shine. – Ashley Graham • I always just wanted to be a movie actress, like Lily Tomlin or Ruth Gordon. I just imagined myself being in a movie, wearing stylish women’s clothing the way I saw Amy Irving wearing it. – Jenny Slate • I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears. – James Herriot • I am the largest market shareholder of clothing in the UK and I am not a destination shop for food. If the clothing market is affected – and it has been – and I hold my market share mathematically, then fine, I am doing no worse than the market is doing, which is exactly the case, but I’m losing revenue. – Stuart Rose • I am very much a person who appreciates perennial things. Things like a Lacoste shirt, a Clarks desert boot, Persol sunglasses and Vans shoes that have been the same forever. There are certain things that once you find it, you like it and it’s done. I like Italian clothing, like suits from Battistoni and I have a shirt by Piero Albertelli. – Roman Coppola • I believe in the 12 Jewels and try to provide my childrem with them. That is Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Freedom, Justice, Equality, Food, Clothing, Shelter, Love, Peace and Happiness. – RZA • I can still do clothing, movies, cartoons. I’mma get mine regardless. Whether I put an album out or not, I’m still gonna see a check. – Beanie Sigel • I cannot believe that our factory system is the best mode by which men may get clothing. The condition of the operatives is becoming every day more like that of the English; and it cannot be wondered at, since, as far as I have heard or observed, the principal object is, not that mankind may be well and honestly clad, but, unquestionably, that the corporations may be enriched. – Henry David Thoreau • I design for real people. I think of our customers all the time. There is no virtue whatsoever in creating clothing or accessories that are not practical. – Giorgio Armani • I do a lot of vintage, of course, but I really feel so particular about clothing. I think it stems from acting, like if I’m not wearing the proper shoes for a character I feel totally off. – Morgan Saylor • I do enjoy wearing Japanese and Italian clothing. I also enjoy my blue jeans or tennis shorts and running shoes. I like driving a Porsche because it is an elegant machine and it is a very beautiful experience to drive it. It’s magnificently made. – Frederick Lenz • I do love a bit of fashion. I grew up around a lot of it as my mum and dad had clothing stores so my mum was always designing a lot, and I definitely had that as an influence. – Leona Lewis • I don’t find glamour and clothing relevant. – Tea Leoni • I don’t have a problem with my body. I’m not just going to strip off all my clothing, but if the part calls for it and I don’t think there’s any way round, I’m absolutely fine. – Keira Knightley • I don’t know what it is about the shower that generates creative thoughts. Maybe it’s the hot water. Maybe it’s being unencumbered even by the restriction of clothing. – Lyle Lovett • I don’t see how an article of clothing can be indecent. A person, yes. – Robert A. Heinlein • I feel like clothing is very much emotional, you know? – Zendaya • I find men’s clothing fascinating because sometime between, say, 1930 and 1936 a handful of basic shapes were created and still prevail as a sort of scale of expression, with which every man can project his own personality and his own dignity. – Yves Saint Laurent • I grew up in a family where our mother made our clothing. We didn’t have a lot of money, so we learned how to scrimp, and we learned how to invent and to create. And those are learned skills. – Marcy Kaptur • I had such a distaste for ’70s clothing. So, the ’90s were a rough period for me because I got made fun of for wearing what they used to call “pegged pants.” Now they call them “skinny jeans.” – Justin Theroux • I have a line of clothing at J.C. Penney’s… and I’m lucky to be affiliated. – Diahann Carroll • I have many creative outlets. I sing, I like music, I like art, I paint, I draw. I like buying art. I read a lot, too. I love books. And I’m working on a clothing line, too. – Evan Ross • I just think this whole thing about not wearing anything twice, I just don’t understand it. I think things should be worn. You should bond with your clothing. It should be yours. – Alexandra Kotur • I know not what you believe of God, but I believe He gave yearnings and longings to be filled, and that He did not mean all our time should be devoted to feeding and clothing the body – Lucy Stone • I majored in fashion design in school, and I have always wanted to design my own line of clothing, jewelry, and stuff like that; so this was just a step for me in that direction. – Diana Ross • I mean gifts and trips and clothing and all sorts of things, and now he Tim Kaine is running for vice president. I don’t get what’s going on here. He was not a good choice for her. – Donald Trump • I model irregular clothing. – Jay London • I never dreamed about being an actor, because that was out of reach. Coming from a small town that was big in farming, and also big in clothing factories, you don’t dream about being a professional football player or an actor. – Herschel Walker • I realized that I wasn’t naturally born to good taste. I understand what it is, but I am happy to wear bright colors. I do have a few items of black clothing, but I think good taste and doing the same thing over and over again is what the whole art world has become. – Jim Shaw • I really like the retro look. My regular clothing, I like to always keep it classy and I like to kind of be more dressed up more of the time. I’m not really someone you see in sweatpants a lot. – Aly Raisman • I spent nearly two hours deciding on an outfit that would look as if the subject of clothing had never crossed my mind, but would in fact show off my best features and miraculously hide the extra pounds. – Rosanne Cash • I think clothing is transformative. When you put something really beautiful on, you feel something. In so many ways, were always playing a form of dress-up – its just a grown-up, much chicer version of it. Its nice to be able to be whoever you want to be. – Jason Wu • I think it’s cooler when girls have favorite pieces of clothing rather than an entirely new wardrobe every few months. – Cameron Russell • I think there’s a lot of people who are afraid to experiment with clothing because they’re afraid to get judged or ridiculed. – Ian Astbury • I want people to see the dress, but focus on the woman. – Vera Wang • I want to find a way to reach young women emotionally and also to start providing clothing for them so that they can wear the same things their thin friends can wear. I really want to do evening wear and prom dresses for these girls. – Delta Burke • I wanted Bow’s hair and makeup and clothing to look like a woman who has four children, a career, and a full life. For example, she won’t wear eyeshadow unless she’s going out. Because it takes a lot of time to put eyeshadow on. She’s a woman who has style, but it’s all about functionality – she grabs stuff from her closet. – Tracee Ellis Ross • I was lucky I survived the motorcycle accident because I – bike went under the car. I flew out about 20 or 25 feet. I didn’t have a helmet on. I hit my head on the pavement and knocked myself out, gave myself a brain concussion, screwed up my left leg. And I was – I was lucky then that I didn’t get killed because I didn’t have any protective clothing on whatsoever. And I took a pretty good beating. But, yeah, such was the nature of the day when the barber was called and Samson’s locks were trimmed. – Bruce Springsteen • I was unaware of the dispute in Brooklyn. I would never knowingly wear any clothes or support any company who produced clothing with alleged wage and labor violations. – Shakira • I was very preppy in my childhood. I also went through an anti-clothing moment where I just wanted to wear sweats because I’d just moved to Canada. My mom was always trying to get me into proper clothes, but I never wanted to wear them, and now that’s all I wear. – Jason Wu • I was writing – at least beginning to write Boston Boy and there were a lot of holes in my so-called research. I didn’t know the towns my mother and father came from in Russia. I didn’t know the name of the clothing store I went to work for when I was 11 years old. I didn’t know a lot of things. So I called for my FBI files, not expecting to have that stuff there, but I wanted to know what they had on me.But they did have the towns my mother and father lived in in Russia. They had the grocery store I worked in when I was 11 years old. – Nat Hentoff • I wear black on the outside ‘Cause black is how I feel on the inside. – Steven Morrissey • I wear everything from hip-hop baggy pants to beautiful Armani dresses. I also like to mix vintage clothing with designer pieces. – Julia Stiles • I will continue to distribute blankets, sleeping bags, warm clothing and food on a regular basis, in the hope that my modest efforts will give some comfort to those people we are able help. – Mohamed Al-Fayed • I wore a lot of vintage clothing. I dressed like a reporter, with a little card in my hat. I had these fantasies of who I wanted to be, so I’d dress like an explorer, a cowboy. I dressed up like Elton John a lot too. That was another period. – Illeana Douglas • If a man were living in isolation his income would be literally his product. Make him the monarch and owner of an island, and the fruits that he raises and the clothing that he makes constitute, in themselves, his income. This ceases to be true when trading begins. – John Bates Clark • If a woman wants to fly, first of all she must, of course, abandon skirts and don a knickerbocker uniform. – Harriet Quimby • If honor be your clothing, the suit will last a lifetime; but if clothing be your honor, it will soon be worn threadbare.- William Arnot • If my clothing does stand out, then I guess it’s a compliment, but I just wear whatever feels comfortable. – Shania Twain • If one’s life is simple, contentment has to come. Simplicity is extremely important for happiness. Having few desires, feeling satisfied with what you have, is very vital: satisfaction with just enough food, clothing, and shelter to protect yourself from the elements. – Dalai Lama • If we are to begin to try and understand life as it will be in 1960, we must begin by realizing that food, clothing and shelter will cost as little as air – John Langdon-Davies • If we have love and compassion in our hearts, then we will wholeheartedly serve those who suffer from lack of food, clothing and shelter. – Mata Amritanandamayi • If you have to ask if a clothing item is a dress or a top, it is always a top. – Tim Gunn • I’m actively looking at pilots in the very limited pilot season that is about to begin. Lots of work for my clothing line which is extremely exciting. – Alyssa Milano • I’m going forward, so my clothing line is kind of the physicalization of that. The idea of diversity, of uniqueness, of individuality – that’s what this is all about. – Zendaya • I’m just a bleeping maniac in straight clothing. There’s no reason to dress my monster up. – Glenn Frey • I’m tryin’ to build myself bigger than just Ace Hood, I’m tryin’ to build myself as a bigger brand – open up clothing lines, colognes. – Ace Hood • I’m very interested in buildings that adapt to changes in climatic conditions according to the seasons, buildings capable of responding to our physical and psychological needs in the way that clothing does. We don’t turn on the air-conditioning as we walk through the streets in high summer. Instead, we change the character of the clothing by which we are protected. Layering and changeability: this is the key. – Glenn Murcutt • In China there was once a man who liked pictures of dragons, and his clothing and furnishings were all designed accordingly. His deep affection for dragons was brought to the attention of the dragon god, and onde day a real dragon appeared before his window. It is said that he died of fright. He was probably a man who always spoke big words but acted differently when facing the real thing. – Yamamoto Tsunetomo • In Georgia, rednecks are just wolves in wolf clothing. In Detroit, you don’t know who’s a redneck until you go home and meet their parents. – Joseph Bruce • In Harlem, for instance, all of the stores are owned by white people, all of the buildings are owned by white people. The black people are just there – paying rent, buying the groceries; but they don’t own the stores, clothing stores, food stores, any kind of stores; don’t even own the homes that they live in. They are all owned by outsiders, and for these run-down apartment dwellings, the black man in Harlem pays more money than the man down in the rich Park Avenue section. – Malcolm X • In our home (for the dying at Kali Ghat) in Calcutta, there is great peace, unity and love. Many Hindu families bring food, clothing nonstop to our home for the dying. This is an act of love. I didn’t ask them. They have only heard about what I am doing and they all come. – Mother Teresa • In the beginning of the book, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, Edward is more enamored of himself than he is of anybody else. He’s a very fine rabbit; he’s been constructed incredibly well, and he has a wardrobe of amazing clothing. He’s arrogant, and he doesn’t care whether Abilene loves him or not. As the journey progresses, as he gets passed from hand to hand, he learns what it means to love. He gets more and more bedraggled, and his clothing is lost; yet he becomes finer in soul and heart than he was at the beginning of the journey. – Kate DiCamillo • In the next election, can we vote to ban those ribbon things that kind of keep clothing on hangers but really just hang out of your armpits? – Olivia Wilde • Insecurity is love dressed in a child’s clothing. – Kofi Annan • Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse? – Roland Barthes • It gets boring to me when people talk about clothing brands or what boat they’re going to buy next summer. – Natassia Malthe • It is both delusional and stupid to think that clothes don’t really matter and we should all wear whatever we want. Most people don’t take clothing seriously enough, but whether we should or not, clothes do talk to us and we make decisions based on people’s appearances. – G. Bruce Boyer • It is extremely important to me that the social and environmental issues associated with the production of fashion clothing are addressed. – Bonnie Wright • It is long accepted by the missionaries that morality is inversely proportional to the amount of clothing people wore – Alex Carey • It is torment to be segregated out because of some bit of clothing that you’re wearing. – Alan Sugar • It might be said that society speaks through the clothing it wears. Through its clothing it reveals its secret aspirations and uses it, at least in part, to build or destroy its future. – Pope Pius XII • It seems the most logical thing in the world to believe that the natural resources of the Earth, upon which the race depends for food, clothing and shelter, should be owned collectively by the race instead of being the private property of a few social parasites. – Ralph Chaplin • It’s very important to have the right clothing to exercise in. If you throw on an old T-shirt or sweats, it’s not inspiring for your workout. – Cheryl Tiegs • I’ve always been the go-to girl for all of my girlfriends in terms of relationship advice or clothing advice. – Molly Ringwald • I’ve always been very interested in fashion, but it is extremely important to me that the social and environment issues associated with the production of fashionable clothing are addressed. Made-By carries out really important work in transforming the fashion industry, and I am thrilled to support the organisation and help raise awareness of these ongoing issues. – Bonnie Wright • I’ve always regarded nature as the clothing of God. – Alan Hovhaness • I’ve always thought of accessories as the exclamation point of a woman’s outfit. – Michael Kors • I’ve been offered a lot of things that celebrities do that I wouldn’t do, like perfumes, lines of clothing and this, that and the other. – Gloria Estefan • I’ve got whole years of unfortunate clothing in ’80s. – Patrick Wilson • I’ve watched towns and cities evolve and become very resilient, and fun, and unique, and prosperous on their own terms. And the secret is bridging. It’s when the local church has a fun clothing swap fundraiser with a temple, and then the next year they bring in the mosque. – Dar Williams • James Bond is quite serious about his drinks and clothing and cigarettes and food and all that sort of thing. There is nothing wry or amused about James Bond. – Ken Follett • Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people. – Martina Navratilova • Legalize hemp and allow women to grow it and make food, clothing and housing for pennies from it and legalize marijuana too. Let women integrate their divided consciousness with a natural herb instead of doctors’ pills that kill the liver. – Roseanne Barr • Leo Tolstoy, the greatest anti-patriot of our time, defines patriotism as the principle that will justify the training of wholesale murderers; a trade that requires better equipment in the exercise of man-killing than the making of such necessities as shoes, clothing, and houses; a trade that guarantees better returns and greater glory than that of the honest workingman. – Emma Goldman • Many sisters complain that people don’t want to marry them unless they stop wearing hijab. No man is worth your hijab, and a real man wouldn’t request you to take it off in the first place. – Omar Suleiman • Many spiritual people are involved in a radical denial of what is happening. They want to transcend it, get rid of it, get out of it, get away from it. There’s nothing wrong with that feeling, but the approach doesn’t work because it’s escapism in spiritual clothing. It’s wearing spiritual clothing and spiritual concepts, but it is really no different than a drunk in the gutter who doesn’t want to feel the pain anymore. When you abide and accept everything completely and fully, you automatically go beyond. – Adyashanti • Most reporters are sheep in wolves’ clothing. – Jeffrey Klein • My brothers went to work at 12 and put themselves through school and brought the family out of ruin into food and clothing. – Mel Brooks • My diminished girth, in tailor phraseology, was hardly conceivable even by my own friends, or my respected medical adviser, until I put on my former clothing, over what I now wear, which is a thoroughly convincing proof of the remarkable change. – William Banting • My husband had a clothing store in Paris, and I had his factory make specifically for me something similar to the one I was looking for. We made it in different colours, and decided to sell them in the store…and in a day, they were sold out! This sweater became later known as the “poor boy sweater” and it ended up making the cover of Elle magazine, and in a day, I became the “Queen of knit”, without knowing anything about knitting! – Sonia Rykiel • My musical style has changed dramatically from my first album until now. That’s the real developmental shift. But my clothing has pretty much stayed the same. The important thing is to be real. – Peter Cincotti • Nancy Drew was always changing her outfits. I despised girls’ clothing, I couldn’t wait to get home from school and get out of it. The last thing I wanted to read was minute descriptions of Nancy’s frocks. – Alison Bechdel • Never relinquish clothing to a hotel valet without first specifically telling him that you want it back. – Fran Lebowitz • Never trust a man in red trousers – Mika • Never use the word “cheap”. Today everybody can look chic in inexpensive clothes (the rich buy them too). There is good clothing design on every level today. You can be the chicest thing in the world in a T-shirt and jeans — it’s up to you. – Karl Lagerfeld • No change in musical style will survive unless it is accompanied by a change in clothing style. Rock is to dress up to. – Frank Zappa • No self-respecting gay guy would have ever made some of the hair and clothing choices I am still trying to live down. – David Copperfield • Nothing to mountaineering, just a little physical endurance, a good deal of brains, lots of practice, and plenty of warm clothing. – Annie Smith Peck • Of course, clothing fashions have always been impractical, except in Tahiti. – Jacques Barzun • On occasion I have observed parents shopping to clothe a son about to enter missionary service. The new suits are fitted, the new shoes are laced, and shirts, socks, and ties are bought in quantity. I met one father who said to me, ‘Brother Monson, I want you to meet my son.’ Pride popped his buttons; the cost of the clothing emptied his wallet; love filled his heart. Tears filled my eyes when I noticed that his [the father’s] suit was old, his shoes well worn; but he felt no deprivation. The glow on his face was a memory to cherish. – Thomas S. Monson • One of the things we’re trying to do more of is not just take money from corporate partnerships, but get more involved in the business side for when I retire. So Puma are going to make me an ambassador for life. I have a clothing line coming out. I am investing a lot in housing in Jamaica, buildings for rent. – Usain Bolt • One out of forty American men wears women’s clothing. We’ve had more than forty presidents. One of these guys has been dancing around the Oval Office in a prom dress. – Allison Janney • Pope Francis seems to be a much nicer man than Pope Benedict, but I’m not sure that his views on things that really matter are all that different. Whereas Benedict was perhaps a wolf in wolf’s clothing, Francis is perhaps a wolf in sheep’s clothing. – Richard Dawkins • Real holiness has love for its essence, humility for its clothing, the good of others as its employment, and the honor of God as its end. – Nathanael Emmons • Religious strictures are often the source of attitudes toward nudity. Society urges the wearing of clothing partially as a means of controlling the powerful sexual urges that are feared will be released by nudity, causing chaotic behavior. – Patricia Garfield • Remove the heavy clothing of your self-definition. You are not woman, you are not American, you are not son, you are not spiritual seeker, executive, teacher, unemployed, you are not wounded, you are not highly respected, you are not productive, you are not blah-blah-blah-blah. – Jan Frazier • Scientists believe that the invention of clothing in Africa was a key factor in allowing our ancestors to migrate into colder climates and to spread across the globe. – Ziya Tong • Shoes and clothing damage our ability to survive naked in the wilderness. – Steve Mann • So many people have asked me how I could possibly be a role model and dress like a tramp and get implants… all I have to say is that self-esteem is how you look at yourself and I feel good enough about myself so wear that kind of clothing… the breast implant issue has nothing to do with that. – Britney Spears • So when the wolf pounces on your lamb, just ignore the pitiful bleating and remind yourself that this is a democracy, where every sheep can freely express its preference for which kind of wolf it wants to be eaten by. Many sheep, perhaps understandably, prefer a wolf in sheep’s clothing, which is after all the basic idea of democracy. So far it has worked pretty well. The wolves all agree on that, and they want to spread democracy everywhere. – Joseph Sobran • Some of us have such incredible things that can keep us from acting. We have the luxury of drinking such good wine, and having such good information at our fingertips. I can look up anything on my computer. And I can call any friend at the drop of a hat on my cell phone. And I can have beautiful clothing and great food in a world where people are being tortured. I have some responsibility for that. – Dar Williams • Someone must transform income into the food, shelter, clothing, nurture, discipline, education, minding, nursing, transportation, and emotional support that creates life outside of the office, permits survival of the race, cares for the ill and disabled, and makes life livable when we can no longer care for ourselves. – Anne-Marie Slaughter • Somewhere near you, somebody right now is trying to help the indigent and poor – providing food, shelter, clothing or simple kindness. – Tony Snow • Success follows those adept at preserving the substance of the past by clothing it in the forms of the future. – Dee Hock • Sure, I could of done it different… put my clown in a closet and dressed up in straight clothing. I could of compromised my essence, and swallowed my soul. – Wavy Gravy • Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. – Ambrose Bierce • The alms given to a naked man in the street do not fulfil the obligations of the state, which owes to every citizen a certain subsistence, a proper nourishment, convenient clothing, and a kind of life not incompatible with health. – Baron de Montesquieu • The average family pays more in taxes than it spends on food, clothing, and shelter combined. – Dick Armey • The Church is the house of God. It is forbidden for men to enter with bare arms or in shorts. It is forbidden for women to enter in trousers, without a veil on their head, in short clothing, low necklines, sleeveless or immodest dresses. – Pio of Pietrelcina • The cinema that I make is a cinema about people, emotion, humanity and passion. It’s not just about what they struggle through, but what they live for. That’s what I love. The music they love, the people they love, the clothing, the hair and the life that they love – David O. Russell • The clothing is moving, the external version is moving. Whether the internal version is moving or not it is a different matter. It is good to practice Ayurveda, it is good to worship the Gods and Goddesses, it is good to do bhajans. Of course, depending on what your own personal development is, that will determine how, in what way and how well you will be able to connect to that tradition and bring it to life inside yourself. – Robert Svoboda • The clothing, the makeup, the freedom of expression in [the models’] bodies. It was Linda and Christy and Naomi at the time. So I modeled before college. – Tracee Ellis Ross • The deepest need of men is not food and clothing and shelter, important as they are. It is God. – Thomas Raymond Kelly • The difference between style and fashion is quality. – Giorgio Armani • The dress must not hang on the body but follow its lines. When a woman smiles the dress must smile with her. – Madeleine Vionnet • The fashionable woman wears clothes. The clothes don’t wear her. – Mary Quant • The finest clothing made is a person’s own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. – Mark Twain • The game Flights of Fancy or Reverse Strip Jump is played from as high a jumping-point as a competitor will dare. After each successful jump, the competitor is allowing to put on an article of clothing. Thirteen jumps is normally more than enough to see a competitor fully dressed for the day. – Peter Greenaway • The goal I seek is to have people refine their style through my clothing without having them become victims of fashion. – Giorgio Armani • The history of clothing practices provides guidance for fashioning a new ethic that emphasizes quality over quantity, longevity over novelty, and versatility over specialization. With such an ethic, consumers would demand a shift toward more timeless design, away from fast-moving trends. Clothes could become more versatile in terms of what they can be used for, their ability to fit differently shaped bodies and to be altered. – Juliet B. Schor • The Honorable Elijah Muhammad says that the black man in America, for the past 400 years, has been like a boy in the white man’s house, begging the white man for a job, for food, clothing and shelter. And then after the white man provides him with all of these things, he turns around and get – has the nerve to get angry at the white man when the white man tries to control his life. – Malcolm X • The immense wealth of doctrine and institutions can become a handicap if we are trying to present all of that to a person who has lost all contact with the Church and no longer knows who Jesus is. That would be like clothing a baby with one of those enormous, heavy brocaded copes that priests and bishops used to wear. Instead, it is necessary to help this person establish a relationship with Jesus. – Raniero Cantalamessa • The left’s obsession with corporations as a spawn of evil is pathological paranoia. A corporation is just one form of organizing a private business enterprise for purposes of limiting personal liability, issuing stock, filing financial reports and paying taxes. Other forms include partnerships and sole proprietorships. Are they less evil? You buy your groceries from corporations, your cars, newspapers, cellphones, clothing and exercise equipment. Your parents and children work for corporations. Are they evil? – Mike Rosen • The makeup is simply an extension of the personality and colors, clothing, makeup all express something. – Gene Simmons • The mathematician may be compared to a designer of garments, who is utterly oblivious of the creatures whom his garments may fit. To be sure, his art originated in the necessity for clothing such creatures, but this was long ago; to this day a shape will occasionally appear which will fit into the garment as if the garment had been made for it. Then there is no end of surprise and delight. – George Dantzig • The most important thing, of course, is that you should look more stunning than you have ever looked in your life. How many excuses do you have to wear a dress bigger than anyone else’s, at a party just for you, where everyone has to burst into tears from how gorgeous you look while you prance around in front of them? Remember, your lifelong happiness depends on this one article of clothing. If it doesn’t look good, you’re not a bride. You’re just some idiot in a big white thing – a color unflattering to about 93 percent of the population. – Mimi Pond • The move to tax Internet sales, clothed as a ‘fairness’ issue, is the typical ‘wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing’ ploy so often used by governments unwilling to cut expenditures to match revenues. It matters not whether its proponents have a ‘D’ or an ‘R’ after their name. It is a tax increase in either case. – Bob Barr • The noblest art is the nude. This truth is recognized by all, and followed by painters, sculptors and poets. Only the dancer has forgotten it, who should remember it, as the instrument of [the dance] art is the human body itself. – Isadora Duncan • The origins of clothing are not practical. They are mystical and erotic. The primitive man in the wolf-pelt was not keeping dry; he was saying: Look what I killed. Aren’t I the best? – Katharine Hamnett • The ravening wolves are amongst us, from our own membership, and they, more than any others, are clothed in sheep’s clothing, because they wear the habiliments of the priesthood…We should be careful of them. – J. Reuben Clark • The technology for a clothing printer exists but is not packaged in a form that would be suitable for consumer use. With the future potential of printing technology, an at-home clothing printer is a definite possibility. Our challenge was to define the experience. – Joshua Harris • The time will come when we will be obliged to depend upon our own resources; for the time is not far distant when the curtain will be dropped between us and the United States. When the time comes, brethren and sisters, you will wish you had commenced sooner to make your own clothing. I tell you, God requires us to go into home manufacture; and, prolong it as much as you like, you have got to do it. – Heber C. Kimball • The woman’s bill of rights is, unhappily, long overdue. It should have run along with the rights of man in the eighteenth century. Its drag as to time of official proclamation is a drag as to social vision. And even if equal rights were now written into the law of our land, it would be so inadequate today as a means to food, clothing and shelter for woman at large that what they would still be enjoying would be equality in disaster rather than in realistic privilege. – Mary Ritter Beard • The word “veganism” denotes a philosophy and way of living which seeks to exclude – as far as is possible and practical – all forms of exploitation of, and cruelty to, animals for food, clothing or any other purpose; and by extension, promotes the development and use of animal-free alternatives for the benefit of humans, animals and the environment. In dietary terms it denotes the practice of dispensing with all products derived wholly or partly from animals. – Donald Watson • The world over, give a guy money and it goes to drinking, gambling, and women. When you give a woman money, it goes to feeding, clothing, helping people. – Peter Buffett • There are new ways of producing food, film, clothing, and research that steer clear of using animals. Some of those products are functionally equivalent or even superior to what we’re used to. Now corporations, legislatures, and other institutions are responding, and supporting these shifts, so we’re seeing seismic changes throughout society. – Wayne Pacelle • There is a vast difference between the outward clothing of the Spirit’s power and the inward filling of the Spirit’s life. In the first, despite the power, the hidden man of the heart may remain unchanged. In the latter, that monster is dealt with. – Gene Edwards • There is increasing social concern about our use of nonhumans for experiments, food, clothing and entertainment. This concern about animals reflects both our own moral development as a civilization and our recognition that the differences between humans and animals are, for the most part, differences of degree and not of kind. – Gary L. Francione • There is no morally coherent difference between fur and other animal clothing, such as leather, wool, etc., just as there is no morally coherent distinction between meat and milk or eggs. – Gary L. Francione • There were details like clothing, hair styles and the fragile objects that hardly ever survive for the archaeologist-musical instruments, bows and arrows, and body ornaments depicted as they were worn… No amounts of stone and bone could yield the kinds of information that the paintings gave so freely – Mary Leakey • There’s enough food in this world. There’s enough housing in this world. There’s enough shelter in this world. There’s enough clothing in this world. There’s enough teachers, there’s enough universities for everybody’s needs to be met, and the reasons they aren’t is not because of lack of resources. It’s because of distribution, and that’s the politics of hate, which is why this is a movement against that. It’s a politics of love. – Rebecca Solnit • There’s no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing – Ranulph Fiennes • There’s two facets to writing a song. There’s you sitting in your room writing the sentiments of the song; the lyrics, the melody and the changes, and then there’s the part where you go into the studio and you put clothing on it. – Nuno Bettencourt • They say that the best furniture and clothing design from the ’50s and ’60s is Scandinavian or Milanese. – Christian Lacroix • Throw aside your scriptures in the Ganga and teach the people first the means of procuring their food and clothing, and then you will find time to read to them the scriptures. – Swami Vivekananda • To me, clothing is a form of self-expression – there are hints about who you are in what you wear. – Marc Jacobs • Together with the works of mercy, feeding, sheltering, and clothing our brothers, we must indoctrinate. – Dorothy Day • Truth is, most of us contain a splashing, giggling, squealing child who knows without thinking that bare skin and water go together as wings go with air, roots with earth, and the phoenix with incendiary sun. And innocence belongs to us as it did to ancient Greek athletes, who never wore clothes for their footraces or boxing matches but rather oiled themselves until their nude bodies glistened in the sunlight. – Janet Lembke • We are talking about mutated women, the result of cruel genetic experiments performed by fashion designers so lacking in any sense of human decency that they think nothing of putting their initials on your eyeglass lenses. The leading cause of death among fashion models is falling through street grates. If a normal woman puts on clothing designed for these unfortunate people, she is quite naturally going to look like Revenge of the Pork Person. – Dave Barry • We can no more do without spirituality than we can do without food, shelter, or clothing. – Ernest Holmes • We few, we happy few, we band of brothers – joined in the serious business of keeping our food, shelter, clothing and loved ones from combining with oxygen. – Kurt Vonnegut • We have to find in Christ, not a mask that conceals our face, but an entire wardrobe of clothing, which is His righteousness. – R. C. Sproul • We live in an age of seriously crap mass clothing. They’ve made a science of it. – William Gibson • We take care of our health; we lay up money; we make our roof tight, and our clothing sufficient; but who provides wisely that he shall not be wanting in the best property of all, -friends? – Ralph Waldo Emerson • Wear modest, clean clothing. Your clothing doesn’t need to be new and [it] should have some fashion of course, but [it] should be clean, modest, and neat. Be dignified in your outward manner and in your inward morality. – Bruce R. McConkie • Well, what I’m doing is really clothing. I’m not doing sculpture. – Issey Miyake • We’re taking up some science experiments, some crystal growth things, we have a refrigerator that carries up some samples, new samples that go into the station, we bring the old ones home; we have a lot of clothing, we have a lot of food-U.S. and Russian food. – Linda M. Godwin • What a strange power there is in clothing. – Isaac Bashevis Singer • What we want is clothing we think we can fly in. That’s why I opened the show with flying dresses. – Alber Elbaz • When a rainbow appears vividly in the sky, you can see its beautiful colors, yet you could not wear as clothing or put it on as an ornament. It arises through the conjunction of various factors, but there is nothing about it that can be grasped. Likewise, thoughts that arise in the mind have no tangible existence or intrinsic solidity. There is no logical reason why thoughts, which have no substance, should have so much power over you, nor is there any reason why you should become their slave. – Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche • When a woman veils her body in modest clothing, she is not hiding herself from men. On the contrary, she is revealing her dignity to them. – Jason Evert • When the child is twelve, your wife buys her a splendidly silly article of clothing called a training bra. To train what? I never had a training jock. And believe me, when I played football, I could have used a training jock more than any twelve-year-old needs a training bra. – Bill Cosby • When we really get into hard times, where food is scarce or there is none at all, and so with clothing and shelter, money may be no good for there may be nothing to buy, and you cannot eat money, you cannot get enough of it together to burn to keep you warm, and you cannot wear it. – J. Reuben Clark • When you buy a piece of vintage clothing you’re not just buying the fabric and thread – you’re buying a piece of someone’s past – Isabel Wolff • When you feel good in a clothing anything can happen. A good clothing is a passport for happiness. – Yves Saint Laurent • When you really are country, and you don’t just wear it like a piece of clothing or something, you really can’t get away from it. It just is who you are – Lee Ann Womack • When you work with great people, you learn – about film, about clothing, about life, about sex. – Guido Palau • When you’ve seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists. – Stephen Fry • Who is secure in all his basic needs? Who has work, spiritual care, medical care, housing, food, occasional entertainment, free clothing, free burial, free everything? The answer might be nuns and monks, but the standard reply is ‘prisoners – Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn • With me, it’s clothing and makeup and hair and all that stuff that inform how the character moves and feels. – Toks Olagundoye • Women are free in the Islamic Republic in the selection of their activities and their future and their clothing. – Ruhollah Khomeini • Women of all ages in countries around the world are raped at all different times of day, in different circumstances, wearing all different kinds of clothing (including in countries where the majority of women wear completely covering clothing). The one thing they all have in common? They came into contact with a rapist. – Laura Bates • Women take clothing much more seriously than men. I’ve never seen a man walk into a party and say “Oh, my God, I’m so embarrassed; get me out of here. There’s another man wearing a black tuxedo. – Rita Rudner • You can tell what was the best year of your father’s life, because they seem to freeze that clothing style and ride it out. – Jerry Seinfeld • You can’t be what you don’t see. I didn’t think about being a doctor. I didn’t even think about being a clerk in a store, I’d never seen a black clerk in a clothing store. – Joycelyn Elders • You might think people would buy clothes out of pity, but they won’t. People buy clothes because they want to be excited about themselves. …it has to be great clothing that just happens to be goody-goody, too. – Katharine Hamnett • You walk a fine line when you have a performance at a show just as you do with having celebrities attend a show – you never want the attention to be drawn too far away from the clothing. – Mia Moretti

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• Change is a sheep in wolf’s clothing – Darren LaCroix • Clothes are nothing more than a fig leaf. And the bodies beneath are just another layer of clothing, an outfit of flesh with an impractically thin leather exterior, in various shades of pink, yellow and brown. The souls alone are real. Seen in this way, there can never be any such thing as social unease or shyness or embarrassment. All you need do is greet your fellow soul. – Michel Faber • Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. – Mark Twain • Clothing has a great deal to do with the attitudes and energy that others direct towards you. I favor the chic, and tend to avoid the trendy. I think that it’s good to be chic when possible because it is more inaccessible. – Frederick Lenz • Clothing is art. It’s an expression of how you feel. I think that it’s not so much a question of a certain style or designer, but of finding the type of clothing that works well for you. – Frederick Lenz • Clothing sales plummet, rent delinquencies mount and even grocery sales shrink as gamblers, having tapped out their entertainment budgets, dip into dollars set aside for necessities – John Warren Kindt • C’m’on lefties! Admit that Trump has been very tough on China. He has been especially tough on Chinese kids who slave away in sweatboxes, making his clothing lines. – Michael R. Burch • Curiously, ghosts are rarely if ever seen in the nude. They appear fully clothed, and may even change clothing on subsequent appearances. They may change their form, to appear as they looked at different stages of their lives. Unless someone out there knows of an extoplasmic department store on the spiritual plane, we have to wonder, “Where do the clothes and accessories come from? – Loyd Auerbach • Customers want good value, but they care more than ever how food and clothing products are made. – Stuart Rose • Definitely with the fit of clothing – how it really depends on mere centimeters and millimeters of difference in terms of how lengths can make such a big impact on your shape. I learned how to incorporate a cute peter pan collar on a dress and not make it look juvenile. – Lily Collins • Don’t forget that costumes, like dreams, are symbolic communication. Dreams teach us that a language for everything exists – for every object, every color worn, every clothing detail. Hence, costumes provide an aesthetic objectification that helps to tell the character’s story. – Federico Fellini • Elegance is a question of personality, more than one’s clothing. – Jean Paul Gaultier • Even now, if I am thinking about spending a lot of money on clothing or furniture, I think ‘I can’t spend so much money on one thing; my poor old Daddy could have raised his family five years on that!’ – Dolly Parton • Evil is real – and powerful. It has to be fought, not explained away, not fled. And God is against evil all the way. So each of us has to decide where we stand, how we’re going to live our lives. We can try to persuade ourselves and wink at evil. We can say that it isn’t so bad after all, maybe even try to call it fun by clothing it in silks and velvets. We can compromise with it, keep quiet about it , and say it’s none of our business. Or we can work on God’s side, listen for His orders on strategy against the evil, no matter how horrible it is, and know that He can transform it. – Catherine Marshall • Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility. – James Montgomery • Fashion is very much emotional. When you see it, or when you wear the right clothing, or you wear whatever, it’s supposed to make you feel something. You’re supposed to feel some type of emotion, and I feel like I try to do that when I’m on a red carpet. – Zendaya • Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. – Neale Donald Walsch • Five Great Habits for Better Relationships: acceptance (smile each time), appreciation (say thank you to everyone), admiration (compliment people on their appearance or clothing, etc.), approval (praise immediately, specifically and repeatedly), and attention (be a good listener). – Brian Tracy • Food, clothing and shelter — these are the basic needs. Beyond that, if you want anything, it is the beginning of self-deception. – U.G. Krishnamurti • For example, I wear clothes I buy at trendy shops because I don’t care much about clothing. If someone wants to create a trend around clothing, I’ll happily and blindly follow. – Lewis Schiff • For me, clothing is nothing without the story behind it. Everything I own evokes some kind of memory. – Rachael Taylor • For me, it’s really day to day. I don’t really plan ahead and I like to be excited about what I’m wearing. Being on the road all the time, it’s various articles of clothing that keep me inspired and feeling good. A fun or beautiful thing to wear can change your day. I think spontaneity and not adhering to any narrow styles keep me happy. – Victoria Legrand • For me, the anarchy movement is hilarious. It’s all under .org, which is of course government sponsored websites, and then they’re all wearing corporate clothing from the Dr.Martin’s to the back sacks and the cell phones, they’re all flying around on corporate jets and using corporate highways. Very anarchistic! – John Lydon • For over forty years, in a spirit of love, members of the Church have been counseled to be thrifty and self-reliant; to avoid debt; pay tithes and a generous fast offering; be industrious; and have sufficient food, clothing, and fuel on hand to last at least one year. Today there are compelling reasons to reemphasize this counsel. – Ezra Taft Benson • Gamblers spend 10 percent less on food; 25 percent less on clothing and 35 percent less on savings – John Warren Kindt • Gap clothing allows you to look like you’re from nowhere and anywhere. – Douglas Coupland • Giving back is the right thing to do, whether it’s donating clothing or even just a smile to someone who needs it. – Becky G • God is our clothing, that wraps, clasps and encloses us so as to never leave us. – Julian of Norwich • Have you ever known an alcoholic, a cigarette smoker, or a heroin user to be rational when it came to alcohol, cigarettes, or heroin? Of course not. And there is NO such thing as a rational – or ethical – meat, dairy, egg and honey-eater when it comes to animal issues and whether humans should be enslaving, murdering and eating animals, or using them as test subjects, clothing and entertainment. – Gary Yourofsky • I actually love modeling clothing and showing women that clothing and style can help your confidence shine. – Ashley Graham • I always just wanted to be a movie actress, like Lily Tomlin or Ruth Gordon. I just imagined myself being in a movie, wearing stylish women’s clothing the way I saw Amy Irving wearing it. – Jenny Slate • I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears. – James Herriot • I am the largest market shareholder of clothing in the UK and I am not a destination shop for food. If the clothing market is affected – and it has been – and I hold my market share mathematically, then fine, I am doing no worse than the market is doing, which is exactly the case, but I’m losing revenue. – Stuart Rose • I am very much a person who appreciates perennial things. Things like a Lacoste shirt, a Clarks desert boot, Persol sunglasses and Vans shoes that have been the same forever. There are certain things that once you find it, you like it and it’s done. I like Italian clothing, like suits from Battistoni and I have a shirt by Piero Albertelli. – Roman Coppola • I believe in the 12 Jewels and try to provide my childrem with them. That is Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Freedom, Justice, Equality, Food, Clothing, Shelter, Love, Peace and Happiness. – RZA • I can still do clothing, movies, cartoons. I’mma get mine regardless. Whether I put an album out or not, I’m still gonna see a check. – Beanie Sigel • I cannot believe that our factory system is the best mode by which men may get clothing. The condition of the operatives is becoming every day more like that of the English; and it cannot be wondered at, since, as far as I have heard or observed, the principal object is, not that mankind may be well and honestly clad, but, unquestionably, that the corporations may be enriched. – Henry David Thoreau • I design for real people. I think of our customers all the time. There is no virtue whatsoever in creating clothing or accessories that are not practical. – Giorgio Armani • I do a lot of vintage, of course, but I really feel so particular about clothing. I think it stems from acting, like if I’m not wearing the proper shoes for a character I feel totally off. – Morgan Saylor • I do enjoy wearing Japanese and Italian clothing. I also enjoy my blue jeans or tennis shorts and running shoes. I like driving a Porsche because it is an elegant machine and it is a very beautiful experience to drive it. It’s magnificently made. – Frederick Lenz • I do love a bit of fashion. I grew up around a lot of it as my mum and dad had clothing stores so my mum was always designing a lot, and I definitely had that as an influence. – Leona Lewis • I don’t find glamour and clothing relevant. – Tea Leoni • I don’t have a problem with my body. I’m not just going to strip off all my clothing, but if the part calls for it and I don’t think there’s any way round, I’m absolutely fine. – Keira Knightley • I don’t know what it is about the shower that generates creative thoughts. Maybe it’s the hot water. Maybe it’s being unencumbered even by the restriction of clothing. – Lyle Lovett • I don’t see how an article of clothing can be indecent. A person, yes. – Robert A. Heinlein • I feel like clothing is very much emotional, you know? – Zendaya • I find men’s clothing fascinating because sometime between, say, 1930 and 1936 a handful of basic shapes were created and still prevail as a sort of scale of expression, with which every man can project his own personality and his own dignity. – Yves Saint Laurent • I grew up in a family where our mother made our clothing. We didn’t have a lot of money, so we learned how to scrimp, and we learned how to invent and to create. And those are learned skills. – Marcy Kaptur • I had such a distaste for ’70s clothing. So, the ’90s were a rough period for me because I got made fun of for wearing what they used to call “pegged pants.” Now they call them “skinny jeans.” – Justin Theroux • I have a line of clothing at J.C. Penney’s… and I’m lucky to be affiliated. – Diahann Carroll • I have many creative outlets. I sing, I like music, I like art, I paint, I draw. I like buying art. I read a lot, too. I love books. And I’m working on a clothing line, too. – Evan Ross • I just think this whole thing about not wearing anything twice, I just don’t understand it. I think things should be worn. You should bond with your clothing. It should be yours. – Alexandra Kotur • I know not what you believe of God, but I believe He gave yearnings and longings to be filled, and that He did not mean all our time should be devoted to feeding and clothing the body – Lucy Stone • I majored in fashion design in school, and I have always wanted to design my own line of clothing, jewelry, and stuff like that; so this was just a step for me in that direction. – Diana Ross • I mean gifts and trips and clothing and all sorts of things, and now he Tim Kaine is running for vice president. I don’t get what’s going on here. He was not a good choice for her. – Donald Trump • I model irregular clothing. – Jay London • I never dreamed about being an actor, because that was out of reach. Coming from a small town that was big in farming, and also big in clothing factories, you don’t dream about being a professional football player or an actor. – Herschel Walker • I realized that I wasn’t naturally born to good taste. I understand what it is, but I am happy to wear bright colors. I do have a few items of black clothing, but I think good taste and doing the same thing over and over again is what the whole art world has become. – Jim Shaw • I really like the retro look. My regular clothing, I like to always keep it classy and I like to kind of be more dressed up more of the time. I’m not really someone you see in sweatpants a lot. – Aly Raisman • I spent nearly two hours deciding on an outfit that would look as if the subject of clothing had never crossed my mind, but would in fact show off my best features and miraculously hide the extra pounds. – Rosanne Cash • I think clothing is transformative. When you put something really beautiful on, you feel something. In so many ways, were always playing a form of dress-up – its just a grown-up, much chicer version of it. Its nice to be able to be whoever you want to be. – Jason Wu • I think it’s cooler when girls have favorite pieces of clothing rather than an entirely new wardrobe every few months. – Cameron Russell • I think there’s a lot of people who are afraid to experiment with clothing because they’re afraid to get judged or ridiculed. – Ian Astbury • I want people to see the dress, but focus on the woman. – Vera Wang • I want to find a way to reach young women emotionally and also to start providing clothing for them so that they can wear the same things their thin friends can wear. I really want to do evening wear and prom dresses for these girls. – Delta Burke • I wanted Bow’s hair and makeup and clothing to look like a woman who has four children, a career, and a full life. For example, she won’t wear eyeshadow unless she’s going out. Because it takes a lot of time to put eyeshadow on. She’s a woman who has style, but it’s all about functionality – she grabs stuff from her closet. – Tracee Ellis Ross • I was lucky I survived the motorcycle accident because I – bike went under the car. I flew out about 20 or 25 feet. I didn’t have a helmet on. I hit my head on the pavement and knocked myself out, gave myself a brain concussion, screwed up my left leg. And I was – I was lucky then that I didn’t get killed because I didn’t have any protective clothing on whatsoever. And I took a pretty good beating. But, yeah, such was the nature of the day when the barber was called and Samson’s locks were trimmed. – Bruce Springsteen • I was unaware of the dispute in Brooklyn. I would never knowingly wear any clothes or support any company who produced clothing with alleged wage and labor violations. – Shakira • I was very preppy in my childhood. I also went through an anti-clothing moment where I just wanted to wear sweats because I’d just moved to Canada. My mom was always trying to get me into proper clothes, but I never wanted to wear them, and now that’s all I wear. – Jason Wu • I was writing – at least beginning to write Boston Boy and there were a lot of holes in my so-called research. I didn’t know the towns my mother and father came from in Russia. I didn’t know the name of the clothing store I went to work for when I was 11 years old. I didn’t know a lot of things. So I called for my FBI files, not expecting to have that stuff there, but I wanted to know what they had on me.But they did have the towns my mother and father lived in in Russia. They had the grocery store I worked in when I was 11 years old. – Nat Hentoff • I wear black on the outside ‘Cause black is how I feel on the inside. – Steven Morrissey • I wear everything from hip-hop baggy pants to beautiful Armani dresses. I also like to mix vintage clothing with designer pieces. – Julia Stiles • I will continue to distribute blankets, sleeping bags, warm clothing and food on a regular basis, in the hope that my modest efforts will give some comfort to those people we are able help. – Mohamed Al-Fayed • I wore a lot of vintage clothing. I dressed like a reporter, with a little card in my hat. I had these fantasies of who I wanted to be, so I’d dress like an explorer, a cowboy. I dressed up like Elton John a lot too. That was another period. – Illeana Douglas • If a man were living in isolation his income would be literally his product. Make him the monarch and owner of an island, and the fruits that he raises and the clothing that he makes constitute, in themselves, his income. This ceases to be true when trading begins. – John Bates Clark • If a woman wants to fly, first of all she must, of course, abandon skirts and don a knickerbocker uniform. – Harriet Quimby • If honor be your clothing, the suit will last a lifetime; but if clothing be your honor, it will soon be worn threadbare.- William Arnot • If my clothing does stand out, then I guess it’s a compliment, but I just wear whatever feels comfortable. – Shania Twain • If one’s life is simple, contentment has to come. Simplicity is extremely important for happiness. Having few desires, feeling satisfied with what you have, is very vital: satisfaction with just enough food, clothing, and shelter to protect yourself from the elements. – Dalai Lama • If we are to begin to try and understand life as it will be in 1960, we must begin by realizing that food, clothing and shelter will cost as little as air – John Langdon-Davies • If we have love and compassion in our hearts, then we will wholeheartedly serve those who suffer from lack of food, clothing and shelter. – Mata Amritanandamayi • If you have to ask if a clothing item is a dress or a top, it is always a top. – Tim Gunn • I’m actively looking at pilots in the very limited pilot season that is about to begin. Lots of work for my clothing line which is extremely exciting. – Alyssa Milano • I’m going forward, so my clothing line is kind of the physicalization of that. The idea of diversity, of uniqueness, of individuality – that’s what this is all about. – Zendaya • I’m just a bleeping maniac in straight clothing. There’s no reason to dress my monster up. – Glenn Frey • I’m tryin’ to build myself bigger than just Ace Hood, I’m tryin’ to build myself as a bigger brand – open up clothing lines, colognes. – Ace Hood • I’m very interested in buildings that adapt to changes in climatic conditions according to the seasons, buildings capable of responding to our physical and psychological needs in the way that clothing does. We don’t turn on the air-conditioning as we walk through the streets in high summer. Instead, we change the character of the clothing by which we are protected. Layering and changeability: this is the key. – Glenn Murcutt • In China there was once a man who liked pictures of dragons, and his clothing and furnishings were all designed accordingly. His deep affection for dragons was brought to the attention of the dragon god, and onde day a real dragon appeared before his window. It is said that he died of fright. He was probably a man who always spoke big words but acted differently when facing the real thing. – Yamamoto Tsunetomo • In Georgia, rednecks are just wolves in wolf clothing. In Detroit, you don’t know who’s a redneck until you go home and meet their parents. – Joseph Bruce • In Harlem, for instance, all of the stores are owned by white people, all of the buildings are owned by white people. The black people are just there – paying rent, buying the groceries; but they don’t own the stores, clothing stores, food stores, any kind of stores; don’t even own the homes that they live in. They are all owned by outsiders, and for these run-down apartment dwellings, the black man in Harlem pays more money than the man down in the rich Park Avenue section. – Malcolm X • In our home (for the dying at Kali Ghat) in Calcutta, there is great peace, unity and love. Many Hindu families bring food, clothing nonstop to our home for the dying. This is an act of love. I didn’t ask them. They have only heard about what I am doing and they all come. – Mother Teresa • In the beginning of the book, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, Edward is more enamored of himself than he is of anybody else. He’s a very fine rabbit; he’s been constructed incredibly well, and he has a wardrobe of amazing clothing. He’s arrogant, and he doesn’t care whether Abilene loves him or not. As the journey progresses, as he gets passed from hand to hand, he learns what it means to love. He gets more and more bedraggled, and his clothing is lost; yet he becomes finer in soul and heart than he was at the beginning of the journey. – Kate DiCamillo • In the next election, can we vote to ban those ribbon things that kind of keep clothing on hangers but really just hang out of your armpits? – Olivia Wilde • Insecurity is love dressed in a child’s clothing. – Kofi Annan • Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse? – Roland Barthes • It gets boring to me when people talk about clothing brands or what boat they’re going to buy next summer. – Natassia Malthe • It is both delusional and stupid to think that clothes don’t really matter and we should all wear whatever we want. Most people don’t take clothing seriously enough, but whether we should or not, clothes do talk to us and we make decisions based on people’s appearances. – G. Bruce Boyer • It is extremely important to me that the social and environmental issues associated with the production of fashion clothing are addressed. – Bonnie Wright • It is long accepted by the missionaries that morality is inversely proportional to the amount of clothing people wore – Alex Carey • It is torment to be segregated out because of some bit of clothing that you’re wearing. – Alan Sugar • It might be said that society speaks through the clothing it wears. Through its clothing it reveals its secret aspirations and uses it, at least in part, to build or destroy its future. – Pope Pius XII • It seems the most logical thing in the world to believe that the natural resources of the Earth, upon which the race depends for food, clothing and shelter, should be owned collectively by the race instead of being the private property of a few social parasites. – Ralph Chaplin • It’s very important to have the right clothing to exercise in. If you throw on an old T-shirt or sweats, it’s not inspiring for your workout. – Cheryl Tiegs • I’ve always been the go-to girl for all of my girlfriends in terms of relationship advice or clothing advice. – Molly Ringwald • I’ve always been very interested in fashion, but it is extremely important to me that the social and environment issues associated with the production of fashionable clothing are addressed. Made-By carries out really important work in transforming the fashion industry, and I am thrilled to support the organisation and help raise awareness of these ongoing issues. – Bonnie Wright • I’ve always regarded nature as the clothing of God. – Alan Hovhaness • I’ve always thought of accessories as the exclamation point of a woman’s outfit. – Michael Kors • I’ve been offered a lot of things that celebrities do that I wouldn’t do, like perfumes, lines of clothing and this, that and the other. – Gloria Estefan • I’ve got whole years of unfortunate clothing in ’80s. – Patrick Wilson • I’ve watched towns and cities evolve and become very resilient, and fun, and unique, and prosperous on their own terms. And the secret is bridging. It’s when the local church has a fun clothing swap fundraiser with a temple, and then the next year they bring in the mosque. – Dar Williams • James Bond is quite serious about his drinks and clothing and cigarettes and food and all that sort of thing. There is nothing wry or amused about James Bond. – Ken Follett • Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people. – Martina Navratilova • Legalize hemp and allow women to grow it and make food, clothing and housing for pennies from it and legalize marijuana too. Let women integrate their divided consciousness with a natural herb instead of doctors’ pills that kill the liver. – Roseanne Barr • Leo Tolstoy, the greatest anti-patriot of our time, defines patriotism as the principle that will justify the training of wholesale murderers; a trade that requires better equipment in the exercise of man-killing than the making of such necessities as shoes, clothing, and houses; a trade that guarantees better returns and greater glory than that of the honest workingman. – Emma Goldman • Many sisters complain that people don’t want to marry them unless they stop wearing hijab. No man is worth your hijab, and a real man wouldn’t request you to take it off in the first place. – Omar Suleiman • Many spiritual people are involved in a radical denial of what is happening. They want to transcend it, get rid of it, get out of it, get away from it. There’s nothing wrong with that feeling, but the approach doesn’t work because it’s escapism in spiritual clothing. It’s wearing spiritual clothing and spiritual concepts, but it is really no different than a drunk in the gutter who doesn’t want to feel the pain anymore. When you abide and accept everything completely and fully, you automatically go beyond. – Adyashanti • Most reporters are sheep in wolves’ clothing. – Jeffrey Klein • My brothers went to work at 12 and put themselves through school and brought the family out of ruin into food and clothing. – Mel Brooks • My diminished girth, in tailor phraseology, was hardly conceivable even by my own friends, or my respected medical adviser, until I put on my former clothing, over what I now wear, which is a thoroughly convincing proof of the remarkable change. – William Banting �� My husband had a clothing store in Paris, and I had his factory make specifically for me something similar to the one I was looking for. We made it in different colours, and decided to sell them in the store…and in a day, they were sold out! This sweater became later known as the “poor boy sweater” and it ended up making the cover of Elle magazine, and in a day, I became the “Queen of knit”, without knowing anything about knitting! – Sonia Rykiel • My musical style has changed dramatically from my first album until now. That’s the real developmental shift. But my clothing has pretty much stayed the same. The important thing is to be real. – Peter Cincotti • Nancy Drew was always changing her outfits. I despised girls’ clothing, I couldn’t wait to get home from school and get out of it. The last thing I wanted to read was minute descriptions of Nancy’s frocks. – Alison Bechdel • Never relinquish clothing to a hotel valet without first specifically telling him that you want it back. – Fran Lebowitz • Never trust a man in red trousers – Mika • Never use the word “cheap”. Today everybody can look chic in inexpensive clothes (the rich buy them too). There is good clothing design on every level today. You can be the chicest thing in the world in a T-shirt and jeans — it’s up to you. – Karl Lagerfeld • No change in musical style will survive unless it is accompanied by a change in clothing style. Rock is to dress up to. – Frank Zappa • No self-respecting gay guy would have ever made some of the hair and clothing choices I am still trying to live down. – David Copperfield • Nothing to mountaineering, just a little physical endurance, a good deal of brains, lots of practice, and plenty of warm clothing. – Annie Smith Peck • Of course, clothing fashions have always been impractical, except in Tahiti. – Jacques Barzun • On occasion I have observed parents shopping to clothe a son about to enter missionary service. The new suits are fitted, the new shoes are laced, and shirts, socks, and ties are bought in quantity. I met one father who said to me, ‘Brother Monson, I want you to meet my son.’ Pride popped his buttons; the cost of the clothing emptied his wallet; love filled his heart. Tears filled my eyes when I noticed that his [the father’s] suit was old, his shoes well worn; but he felt no deprivation. The glow on his face was a memory to cherish. – Thomas S. Monson • One of the things we’re trying to do more of is not just take money from corporate partnerships, but get more involved in the business side for when I retire. So Puma are going to make me an ambassador for life. I have a clothing line coming out. I am investing a lot in housing in Jamaica, buildings for rent. – Usain Bolt • One out of forty American men wears women’s clothing. We’ve had more than forty presidents. One of these guys has been dancing around the Oval Office in a prom dress. – Allison Janney • Pope Francis seems to be a much nicer man than Pope Benedict, but I’m not sure that his views on things that really matter are all that different. Whereas Benedict was perhaps a wolf in wolf’s clothing, Francis is perhaps a wolf in sheep’s clothing. – Richard Dawkins • Real holiness has love for its essence, humility for its clothing, the good of others as its employment, and the honor of God as its end. – Nathanael Emmons • Religious strictures are often the source of attitudes toward nudity. Society urges the wearing of clothing partially as a means of controlling the powerful sexual urges that are feared will be released by nudity, causing chaotic behavior. – Patricia Garfield • Remove the heavy clothing of your self-definition. You are not woman, you are not American, you are not son, you are not spiritual seeker, executive, teacher, unemployed, you are not wounded, you are not highly respected, you are not productive, you are not blah-blah-blah-blah. – Jan Frazier • Scientists believe that the invention of clothing in Africa was a key factor in allowing our ancestors to migrate into colder climates and to spread across the globe. – Ziya Tong • Shoes and clothing damage our ability to survive naked in the wilderness. – Steve Mann • So many people have asked me how I could possibly be a role model and dress like a tramp and get implants… all I have to say is that self-esteem is how you look at yourself and I feel good enough about myself so wear that kind of clothing… the breast implant issue has nothing to do with that. – Britney Spears • So when the wolf pounces on your lamb, just ignore the pitiful bleating and remind yourself that this is a democracy, where every sheep can freely express its preference for which kind of wolf it wants to be eaten by. Many sheep, perhaps understandably, prefer a wolf in sheep’s clothing, which is after all the basic idea of democracy. So far it has worked pretty well. The wolves all agree on that, and they want to spread democracy everywhere. – Joseph Sobran • Some of us have such incredible things that can keep us from acting. We have the luxury of drinking such good wine, and having such good information at our fingertips. I can look up anything on my computer. And I can call any friend at the drop of a hat on my cell phone. And I can have beautiful clothing and great food in a world where people are being tortured. I have some responsibility for that. – Dar Williams • Someone must transform income into the food, shelter, clothing, nurture, discipline, education, minding, nursing, transportation, and emotional support that creates life outside of the office, permits survival of the race, cares for the ill and disabled, and makes life livable when we can no longer care for ourselves. – Anne-Marie Slaughter • Somewhere near you, somebody right now is trying to help the indigent and poor – providing food, shelter, clothing or simple kindness. – Tony Snow • Success follows those adept at preserving the substance of the past by clothing it in the forms of the future. – Dee Hock • Sure, I could of done it different… put my clown in a closet and dressed up in straight clothing. I could of compromised my essence, and swallowed my soul. – Wavy Gravy • Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. – Ambrose Bierce • The alms given to a naked man in the street do not fulfil the obligations of the state, which owes to every citizen a certain subsistence, a proper nourishment, convenient clothing, and a kind of life not incompatible with health. – Baron de Montesquieu • The average family pays more in taxes than it spends on food, clothing, and shelter combined. – Dick Armey • The Church is the house of God. It is forbidden for men to enter with bare arms or in shorts. It is forbidden for women to enter in trousers, without a veil on their head, in short clothing, low necklines, sleeveless or immodest dresses. – Pio of Pietrelcina • The cinema that I make is a cinema about people, emotion, humanity and passion. It’s not just about what they struggle through, but what they live for. That’s what I love. The music they love, the people they love, the clothing, the hair and the life that they love – David O. Russell • The clothing is moving, the external version is moving. Whether the internal version is moving or not it is a different matter. It is good to practice Ayurveda, it is good to worship the Gods and Goddesses, it is good to do bhajans. Of course, depending on what your own personal development is, that will determine how, in what way and how well you will be able to connect to that tradition and bring it to life inside yourself. – Robert Svoboda • The clothing, the makeup, the freedom of expression in [the models’] bodies. It was Linda and Christy and Naomi at the time. So I modeled before college. – Tracee Ellis Ross • The deepest need of men is not food and clothing and shelter, important as they are. It is God. – Thomas Raymond Kelly • The difference between style and fashion is quality. – Giorgio Armani • The dress must not hang on the body but follow its lines. When a woman smiles the dress must smile with her. – Madeleine Vionnet • The fashionable woman wears clothes. The clothes don’t wear her. – Mary Quant • The finest clothing made is a person’s own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. – Mark Twain • The game Flights of Fancy or Reverse Strip Jump is played from as high a jumping-point as a competitor will dare. After each successful jump, the competitor is allowing to put on an article of clothing. Thirteen jumps is normally more than enough to see a competitor fully dressed for the day. – Peter Greenaway • The goal I seek is to have people refine their style through my clothing without having them become victims of fashion. – Giorgio Armani • The history of clothing practices provides guidance for fashioning a new ethic that emphasizes quality over quantity, longevity over novelty, and versatility over specialization. With such an ethic, consumers would demand a shift toward more timeless design, away from fast-moving trends. Clothes could become more versatile in terms of what they can be used for, their ability to fit differently shaped bodies and to be altered. – Juliet B. Schor • The Honorable Elijah Muhammad says that the black man in America, for the past 400 years, has been like a boy in the white man’s house, begging the white man for a job, for food, clothing and shelter. And then after the white man provides him with all of these things, he turns around and get – has the nerve to get angry at the white man when the white man tries to control his life. – Malcolm X • The immense wealth of doctrine and institutions can become a handicap if we are trying to present all of that to a person who has lost all contact with the Church and no longer knows who Jesus is. That would be like clothing a baby with one of those enormous, heavy brocaded copes that priests and bishops used to wear. Instead, it is necessary to help this person establish a relationship with Jesus. – Raniero Cantalamessa • The left’s obsession with corporations as a spawn of evil is pathological paranoia. A corporation is just one form of organizing a private business enterprise for purposes of limiting personal liability, issuing stock, filing financial reports and paying taxes. Other forms include partnerships and sole proprietorships. Are they less evil? You buy your groceries from corporations, your cars, newspapers, cellphones, clothing and exercise equipment. Your parents and children work for corporations. Are they evil? – Mike Rosen • The makeup is simply an extension of the personality and colors, clothing, makeup all express something. – Gene Simmons • The mathematician may be compared to a designer of garments, who is utterly oblivious of the creatures whom his garments may fit. To be sure, his art originated in the necessity for clothing such creatures, but this was long ago; to this day a shape will occasionally appear which will fit into the garment as if the garment had been made for it. Then there is no end of surprise and delight. – George Dantzig • The most important thing, of course, is that you should look more stunning than you have ever looked in your life. How many excuses do you have to wear a dress bigger than anyone else’s, at a party just for you, where everyone has to burst into tears from how gorgeous you look while you prance around in front of them? Remember, your lifelong happiness depends on this one article of clothing. If it doesn’t look good, you’re not a bride. You’re just some idiot in a big white thing – a color unflattering to about 93 percent of the population. – Mimi Pond • The move to tax Internet sales, clothed as a ‘fairness’ issue, is the typical ‘wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing’ ploy so often used by governments unwilling to cut expenditures to match revenues. It matters not whether its proponents have a ‘D’ or an ‘R’ after their name. It is a tax increase in either case. – Bob Barr • The noblest art is the nude. This truth is recognized by all, and followed by painters, sculptors and poets. Only the dancer has forgotten it, who should remember it, as the instrument of [the dance] art is the human body itself. – Isadora Duncan • The origins of clothing are not practical. They are mystical and erotic. The primitive man in the wolf-pelt was not keeping dry; he was saying: Look what I killed. Aren’t I the best? – Katharine Hamnett • The ravening wolves are amongst us, from our own membership, and they, more than any others, are clothed in sheep’s clothing, because they wear the habiliments of the priesthood…We should be careful of them. – J. Reuben Clark • The technology for a clothing printer exists but is not packaged in a form that would be suitable for consumer use. With the future potential of printing technology, an at-home clothing printer is a definite possibility. Our challenge was to define the experience. – Joshua Harris • The time will come when we will be obliged to depend upon our own resources; for the time is not far distant when the curtain will be dropped between us and the United States. When the time comes, brethren and sisters, you will wish you had commenced sooner to make your own clothing. I tell you, God requires us to go into home manufacture; and, prolong it as much as you like, you have got to do it. – Heber C. Kimball • The woman’s bill of rights is, unhappily, long overdue. It should have run along with the rights of man in the eighteenth century. Its drag as to time of official proclamation is a drag as to social vision. And even if equal rights were now written into the law of our land, it would be so inadequate today as a means to food, clothing and shelter for woman at large that what they would still be enjoying would be equality in disaster rather than in realistic privilege. – Mary Ritter Beard • The word “veganism” denotes a philosophy and way of living which seeks to exclude – as far as is possible and practical – all forms of exploitation of, and cruelty to, animals for food, clothing or any other purpose; and by extension, promotes the development and use of animal-free alternatives for the benefit of humans, animals and the environment. In dietary terms it denotes the practice of dispensing with all products derived wholly or partly from animals. – Donald Watson • The world over, give a guy money and it goes to drinking, gambling, and women. When you give a woman money, it goes to feeding, clothing, helping people. – Peter Buffett • There are new ways of producing food, film, clothing, and research that steer clear of using animals. Some of those products are functionally equivalent or even superior to what we’re used to. Now corporations, legislatures, and other institutions are responding, and supporting these shifts, so we’re seeing seismic changes throughout society. – Wayne Pacelle • There is a vast difference between the outward clothing of the Spirit’s power and the inward filling of the Spirit’s life. In the first, despite the power, the hidden man of the heart may remain unchanged. In the latter, that monster is dealt with. – Gene Edwards • There is increasing social concern about our use of nonhumans for experiments, food, clothing and entertainment. This concern about animals reflects both our own moral development as a civilization and our recognition that the differences between humans and animals are, for the most part, differences of degree and not of kind. – Gary L. Francione • There is no morally coherent difference between fur and other animal clothing, such as leather, wool, etc., just as there is no morally coherent distinction between meat and milk or eggs. – Gary L. Francione • There were details like clothing, hair styles and the fragile objects that hardly ever survive for the archaeologist-musical instruments, bows and arrows, and body ornaments depicted as they were worn… No amounts of stone and bone could yield the kinds of information that the paintings gave so freely – Mary Leakey • There’s enough food in this world. There’s enough housing in this world. There’s enough shelter in this world. There’s enough clothing in this world. There’s enough teachers, there’s enough universities for everybody’s needs to be met, and the reasons they aren’t is not because of lack of resources. It’s because of distribution, and that’s the politics of hate, which is why this is a movement against that. It’s a politics of love. – Rebecca Solnit • There’s no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing – Ranulph Fiennes • There’s two facets to writing a song. There’s you sitting in your room writing the sentiments of the song; the lyrics, the melody and the changes, and then there’s the part where you go into the studio and you put clothing on it. – Nuno Bettencourt • They say that the best furniture and clothing design from the ’50s and ’60s is Scandinavian or Milanese. – Christian Lacroix • Throw aside your scriptures in the Ganga and teach the people first the means of procuring their food and clothing, and then you will find time to read to them the scriptures. – Swami Vivekananda • To me, clothing is a form of self-expression – there are hints about who you are in what you wear. – Marc Jacobs • Together with the works of mercy, feeding, sheltering, and clothing our brothers, we must indoctrinate. – Dorothy Day • Truth is, most of us contain a splashing, giggling, squealing child who knows without thinking that bare skin and water go together as wings go with air, roots with earth, and the phoenix with incendiary sun. And innocence belongs to us as it did to ancient Greek athletes, who never wore clothes for their footraces or boxing matches but rather oiled themselves until their nude bodies glistened in the sunlight. – Janet Lembke • We are talking about mutated women, the result of cruel genetic experiments performed by fashion designers so lacking in any sense of human decency that they think nothing of putting their initials on your eyeglass lenses. The leading cause of death among fashion models is falling through street grates. If a normal woman puts on clothing designed for these unfortunate people, she is quite naturally going to look like Revenge of the Pork Person. – Dave Barry • We can no more do without spirituality than we can do without food, shelter, or clothing. – Ernest Holmes • We few, we happy few, we band of brothers – joined in the serious business of keeping our food, shelter, clothing and loved ones from combining with oxygen. – Kurt Vonnegut • We have to find in Christ, not a mask that conceals our face, but an entire wardrobe of clothing, which is His righteousness. – R. C. Sproul • We live in an age of seriously crap mass clothing. They’ve made a science of it. – William Gibson • We take care of our health; we lay up money; we make our roof tight, and our clothing sufficient; but who provides wisely that he shall not be wanting in the best property of all, -friends? – Ralph Waldo Emerson • Wear modest, clean clothing. Your clothing doesn’t need to be new and [it] should have some fashion of course, but [it] should be clean, modest, and neat. Be dignified in your outward manner and in your inward morality. – Bruce R. McConkie • Well, what I’m doing is really clothing. I’m not doing sculpture. – Issey Miyake • We’re taking up some science experiments, some crystal growth things, we have a refrigerator that carries up some samples, new samples that go into the station, we bring the old ones home; we have a lot of clothing, we have a lot of food-U.S. and Russian food. – Linda M. Godwin • What a strange power there is in clothing. – Isaac Bashevis Singer • What we want is clothing we think we can fly in. That’s why I opened the show with flying dresses. – Alber Elbaz • When a rainbow appears vividly in the sky, you can see its beautiful colors, yet you could not wear as clothing or put it on as an ornament. It arises through the conjunction of various factors, but there is nothing about it that can be grasped. Likewise, thoughts that arise in the mind have no tangible existence or intrinsic solidity. There is no logical reason why thoughts, which have no substance, should have so much power over you, nor is there any reason why you should become their slave. – Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche • When a woman veils her body in modest clothing, she is not hiding herself from men. On the contrary, she is revealing her dignity to them. – Jason Evert • When the child is twelve, your wife buys her a splendidly silly article of clothing called a training bra. To train what? I never had a training jock. And believe me, when I played football, I could have used a training jock more than any twelve-year-old needs a training bra. – Bill Cosby • When we really get into hard times, where food is scarce or there is none at all, and so with clothing and shelter, money may be no good for there may be nothing to buy, and you cannot eat money, you cannot get enough of it together to burn to keep you warm, and you cannot wear it. – J. Reuben Clark • When you buy a piece of vintage clothing you’re not just buying the fabric and thread – you’re buying a piece of someone’s past – Isabel Wolff • When you feel good in a clothing anything can happen. A good clothing is a passport for happiness. – Yves Saint Laurent • When you really are country, and you don’t just wear it like a piece of clothing or something, you really can’t get away from it. It just is who you are – Lee Ann Womack • When you work with great people, you learn – about film, about clothing, about life, about sex. – Guido Palau • When you’ve seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists. – Stephen Fry • Who is secure in all his basic needs? Who has work, spiritual care, medical care, housing, food, occasional entertainment, free clothing, free burial, free everything? The answer might be nuns and monks, but the standard reply is ‘prisoners – Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn • With me, it’s clothing and makeup and hair and all that stuff that inform how the character moves and feels. – Toks Olagundoye • Women are free in the Islamic Republic in the selection of their activities and their future and their clothing. – Ruhollah Khomeini • Women of all ages in countries around the world are raped at all different times of day, in different circumstances, wearing all different kinds of clothing (including in countries where the majority of women wear completely covering clothing). The one thing they all have in common? They came into contact with a rapist. – Laura Bates • Women take clothing much more seriously than men. I’ve never seen a man walk into a party and say “Oh, my God, I’m so embarrassed; get me out of here. There’s another man wearing a black tuxedo. – Rita Rudner • You can tell what was the best year of your father’s life, because they seem to freeze that clothing style and ride it out. – Jerry Seinfeld • You can’t be what you don’t see. I didn’t think about being a doctor. I didn’t even think about being a clerk in a store, I’d never seen a black clerk in a clothing store. – Joycelyn Elders • You might think people would buy clothes out of pity, but they won’t. People buy clothes because they want to be excited about themselves. …it has to be great clothing that just happens to be goody-goody, too. – Katharine Hamnett • You walk a fine line when you have a performance at a show just as you do with having celebrities attend a show – you never want the attention to be drawn too far away from the clothing. – Mia Moretti

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