dial watch

Listen, in
the early 1920′s, women were paid to paint radium
onto watch dials so that men wouldn’t have to ask

the time in dark alleys. They were told it was safe,
told to lick their brushes into sharp points. These
women painted their nails, their faces, and judged

whose skin shined brightest, they coated their
teeth so their boyfriends could see their bites
with the lights turned down.

Paige Lewis, from “The Moment I Saw a Pelican Devour,” published in Sixth Finch

10 Rules Of The Watch

Once upon a time..

Most men with a sense of style know not to match brown shoes with black belts, a pre-tied bowtie or pyjamas in public. I remember my father once mentioning that the only glass a man loves to keep clean is the glass of his watch. When it comes to wearing watches people don’t really care about the rules. On many occasions you will discover men wearing completely inappropriate timepieces to their outfits. Being aware about some watch etiquette will save you from embarrassment, no matter how expensive, casual or formal the occasion is.
Younger gentlemen will eventually begin to appreciate the meaning of classic—–an item that stands the test of time. At some point, these maritime gauges that so many of us wear look like what you’d expect to see on the QEII or Queen Mary or a cargo ship. The will fade out of vogue and when they do, you will be able to cover the succeeding watch with the cuff of your shirt and jacket sleeve.


1. Match your metals & colors
Try and match the metals and the colors of the watch to the rest of the outfit you have on. Note the color of your belt buckles, shoe buckles, rings, collar bars or pins, and cufflinks and choose a watch in a matching metal. Wear yellow gold with yellow gold, and don’t wear a brown band when you’re wearing a black suit. Focus specifically on the boldest parts of the watch; the color of the strap, the color of metal and even the color of the dial.

2. Don’t wear the same watch every day
Even if you only own one nice watch, you shouldn’t wear it every day for several reasons. First, if the watch is a piece that you love, giving the watch a break will make it last longer. Second, one watch is rarely suited to the variety of outfits that a man will wear in a given week. The office, the gym, sporting events, dinners out, and parties all require different clothes and hence different watches. If you wear the same watch daily, chances are that 20-30% of the time it is the wrong watch to be wearing.
Regardless of your budget, if you love wearing a watch, try building up a small collection of reputable watches that suit all the various needs you have during the week, and give you favorite piece the occasional break.

3. Skip the bling
Wearing a diamond encrusted watch is fine if you’re a music mogul, but it has no place in the wardrobe of a well-dressed gentleman. Like an oversized watch, flashy diamonds and jewels are simply a cry for attention. They will distract from the rest of your outfit by drawing all the attention to one point. Most people will be wondering if it’s real, rather than what kind of watch it is. Diamonds and jewels also have the effect of making men’s watches appear more feminine. Unless you’re trying to be the next Eminem, skip the diamonds – with one exception. Some dress watches use very fine diamonds or other stones to accent small details, such as the rim of the dial or the numbers on the face. If the stones are subtle and enhance the overall features of the watch without being ostentatious, then they can find a place in a gentleman’s watch collection. Just remember to wear them in appropriate settings and don’t buy sporting watches, as diamonds are not suited to more casual watches. Finally, it should go without saying that you should never buy a watch with fake stones. If you can’t afford the real thing, skip stones altogether, as they will only cheapen the overall look and make it painfully obvious that you seek the kind of attention diamonds can bring.

4. Wear your watch on the wrist that suits you
The old rule of thumb was to always wear a watch on the non-dominant wrist. The reasoning was that it is the opposite of the dominant hand. Don’t let tradition dictate on which hand you wear your watch; wear it where you find it most comfortable. Like any other garment or accessory, your watch should fit you properly in two key ways. The size of the dial should be proportional to your wrist, and the band should fit snugly but comfortably. A loose band looks sloppy, so take it to your jeweler to have it sized to your wrist.

5. Admire other men’s watches from a distance
Just as you would never touch another man’s wallet, don’t expect to handle his watch. For many men the watch is the only piece of jewelry they own or wear, and they take great pride in keeping it dust free, fingerprint free and well polished. It’s perfectly okay to politely ask to see a watch, but don’t expect him to take it off his wrist. If he offers, feel free to accept, but try to handle it as little as possible and never place it on a hard surface where it could get scratched.

6. Pair watches with outfits appropriately
Just as you wouldn’t sit on the beach in a morning coat, you also don’t want to wear your dress watch sailing. Try and match the type of watch you wear to the activity you’re involved in each day. If you’re unsure what you’ll be doing, pair it with your choice of clothes; sport watches with athletic wear, dress watches with business wear, or a simple Seven Friday with beach wear. If you’re invited to a formal event or gathering and the dress code calls for black tie, attitudes have changed about wearing a watch. Historically it is considered impolite to wear a watch, but the rules regarding black tie have softened to accommodate wearing a simple dress watch with a black face and band if you choose. A pocket watch like U-boat or Bomberg is an alternative. For the rare white tie event, tradition demands that you do not wear a watch at all.

7. Beware the implications of checking your watch
Even though a great watch is one of a man’s ultimate accessories, checking it can have some negative social implications even if that’s exactly the reason you are wearing it!
If you’re on a date, in a meeting, or at a social event, don’t check your watch visibly in front of other people. Just like it’s rude to check your phone at a movie or restaurant, checking your watch shows that you have other things on your mind; things that take precedence over your present company. Unless you’re still young and have a curfew, the only way you should know what time a date is over is when she says goodnight.

8. Wear dark with dark, and light with light
If you’re out during the day consider a lighter colored face such as white or cream. However, at night focus on darker dials such as black, grey or browns. Just like a tuxedo is for evening wear and you wouldn’t wear it to brunch, a dark watch dial should be on your wrist at night, rather than during your 9am tee time at the country club.

9. Never wear a dive watch with a suit
Just because James Bond did it, doesn’t mean you should. James Bond was a spy who might, in fact, jump into a river in a suit at any moment. As far as we can tell, he’s the only one (besides other actors with endorsement deals with Omega) who should wear a dive watch with a suit. Dive watches are bulky, they don’t fit well under a suit jacketand they are a tell-tale sign that you don’t know the rules of watch-wearing…or that you aspire to have your own theme song. The same way that you wouldn’t wear your sunglasses at night, leave the dive watch for casual wear and pair a simple dress watch with your suit.

10. The oversized watch is over 
For the last couple of years, oversized watches have become the norm in men’s style. This popular trend only served one purpose: to scream for attention. An oversized watch dwarfs your wrist, throws off the proportions of your entire outfit, and simply doesn’t “fit” well into a nicely combined outfit.
For a watch enthusiast, those large dials are nothing more than for show. If you want to be taken seriously in the world of horology, stick to watches that fit your wrist.

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• pairing: kim seokjin x reader, warlock! seokjin
• genre/warnings: supernatural, smut, some type of fluff, angst
• words: 22,361
→ summary: Who’s the mysterious guy that’s just appeared in your life and plagued your dreams? He’s been showing up ever since your “friends” convinced you to do a ouija board in the old, creepy house that looks over your town. Your brain tells you to be afraid of him, but your heart tells you something different… Why aren’t you scared of him? You’re intrigued by the handsome stranger, and you want to get to know him better…even if it proves fatal…or eternal

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This was some years ago when I was working in an amusement. I worked in the kid ride area. It was a busy day. A kid couldn’t keep his feet inside the ride so I had to stop it and kick him off. The dad storms up next to me on the outside of the gate while I’m running the ride again and starts yelling at me. I don’t even look at him(it’s 100+ degrees. I’ve been working 8 hours, haven’t had my break yet and still have 4 more hours) I blandly tell him his kid can’t ride so long as I’m operating and he can’t follow rules. I don’t care how old the child is if they can’t be safe. He tells me to call a supervisor(they never show up for parents in the kid area because they knew we were probably right) and demands my name. We wear name tags. I finally look at him(wearing extremely reflective sunglasses which made him mad he couldn’t actually see me) look down at my name tag, look back at him, grab my name tag and pull it forward so he can see and say, “well my name tag says Brittany, sooo” and went back to my job. The rest of the day he made sure to avoid any ride I was at and was constantly glaring at me because the supervisor never showed up. Even though he watched me dial and talk on the phone.

Sweet as sugar

Originally posted by frau-krokodile

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: super fluff, suggestive themes
Words: 828 (sorry it’s so short :/) 
Summary: based on a imagine: “Imagine waking Bucky up with a kiss” - requested by Anonymous

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Kate Moore’s The Radium Girls tells the story of a group of women who, in the early days of the 20th century, worked painting luminous dials on watches and clocks — and were poisoned by the glowing radium paint they used.

“It would start quite innocently, actually,” Moore says. “It would start perhaps with an aching limb, or a bad tooth … but as the sickness developed and set in with the women, it got a lot more gruesome.”

Dark Lives Of ‘The Radium Girls’ Left A Bright Legacy For Workers, Science

Image: Marian Carrasquero /NPR

Humans are Space Orcs: Personal Hygiene

So I was buying some nice peppermint soap when I had a vision:

Ailiens are fascinated by bath culture. Like some humans can’t even get their hands dirty without needing a shower, while others don’t seem to know what a shower is. Plus every level in between.

There’s all these smells that are everything from overpowering, to flowers, and yummy food (like cookie scented soap). And it can be a bad immitation, but some humans legitimately smell like cookies and other great stuff too.

Also GENDER SPECIFIC SCENTS WHUUUT????? Like, xoQnuc totally thinks Jack should smell like a Honey Lemon Twist, not Axe. Obviously. But nooooo… Jack is “too manly” (whatever THAT means). And like, humans believe that we have all these miracle qualities to our soaps ,like here is one for dry skin and here is for oily skin, and nohuman has a straight answer on what this ideal skin everybody is striving for is exactly. But these soap companies sure make billions off of it! Then when Jazz'ma'Kris decides she really likes how conditioner smells and asks Alice if she can borrow, everybody finds out that OUR SOAP THAT WE USE TO TREAT OUR SKIN AND MAKE OURSELVES SMELL NICE AND BE PRETTY AND REALLY JUST USE TO SPOIL OURSELVES IS FILLED WITH SUPER HARSH CHEMICALS AND actually really toxic. So add that to the list of shit that will NOT kill a human even though it fricking SHOULD. (!!!) Jazz'ma'Kris needs to be treated with healing salve for a week after her shower experience.

And honestly that’s just the soap. HOW humans decide they want to wash is also all over the place, like some of them shower for like sixty seconds and are fresh as daisies and others soak for three hours and are greasy again in ten minutes. Some humans voluntarily take freezing cold showers, but don’t die of heat stroke when the internal water heater hiccups and spritzes them with something 10 to 20 degrees hotter. Sometimes Minihiro the Qinzillian (with no understanding of privacy) internal environments regulations specialist plays with the dials just to watch the humans curse while showering. Until Jane finds out and looses her shit because ‘THEY WATCHED ME SHOWER!!!’ Most ailiens are like ‘ what is the problerm. hygiene is important??? You shouldn’t be emberassed??? Maybe you guys should all wash together, Bob definitely doesn’t know what he is doing. Help him.’ But the whole human crew starts moaning about privacy and perverts and how could they ever think this is ok. And you CAN’T see each other naked in the shower. Except next week they go to a sauna together. And suddenly it’s more ok to be naked or mostly exposed ? Not that the Ailiens go in! Are you crazy! What’s fun about being steamed alive! That’s torture!!! And basically Ailiens are just a little confused and concerned that we tear our own skin off with pumice rocks.

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There is only one group of people Marco can call for help, if only they’d answer….

Looks like I was able to work on a dub! Woo! This dub is based on @moringmark‘s awesome comic, which you can find right about HERE!!!

Hope ya’ll like it!

THANKS FOR WATCHING!!!

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so I bought GENERATING! and I’ve been touched by an angel

Entwined: Part 3

Lucifer x Reader.

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A/N: Just over 200 followers, I can’t thank you enough! I will say in advance that there isn’t much Lucifer in this, but as I’ve already planned this out to have a sequel based on Season 11/12, it’s safe to say that there’ll be enough Lucifer in the future that I can afford to focus a little more on the characters and their relationships. Hope you enjoy part 3. Feedback is always appreciated! If you would like to be added or removed from the taglist, just drop me a message!

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Entwined masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 

Warnings: none?

Word count: 1653

Entwined part 3;

Lucifer could feel you, in his mind, his chest, his grace. You were in every fibre of his being, and he loathed it. He had marked you, a long shot, he’d thought, but he was wrong.

The animalistic, archangel side of him was overjoyed, having established a link to you, something that allowed him to know your every move. The other part of Lucifer attempted to convince him that it was merely a link to his true vessel and nothing more.

Until your pain started to leak through the bond.


“We should take her to a hospital,” Sam mentioned, pulling his hand away from your burning forehead. Dean passed him a cool washcloth and sat down on the edge of his bed watching you with worried eyes.

“Cas, c’mon man, we need you down here. (Y/N’s)  not looking so good,” he prayed to their resident angel. A few seconds passed by with no sudden appearance from Castiel. Dean’s jaw clenched and he nodded to Sam.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Sweetheart, we’re gonna take you to the hospital,” Dean’s usually gruff voice was soft and despite your delirious state, you knew that couldn’t mean anything good. You raised an arm, blinding grasping for someone’s hand.

Sam moved forward to meet you and gripped your hand gently, the size of his palm practically engulfing yours.

“No hospital,” you rasped, knowing that despite your symptoms, the doctors wouldn’t find anything wrong with you besides the average cold or flu.

“You know witches,” you forced yourself to continue. “This is probably just a temporary spell or something. Don’t worry about me.”

The brothers exchanged looks but before you could reassure them that you were alright, a dry itch in your lungs induced a coughing fit. Your entire body ached with each convulsion as a result of the cough.

“Right, that’s it, if she’s not going to a hospital, she needs medication.”

Dean stood up and pulled on his leather jacket, grabbing the keys to Baby.

“You stay with her,” he pointed at Sam before leaving the motel room.

As your coughing died down, Sam handed you a glass of water. You pulled your hand away from your mouth to accept the glass and froze.

The crimson blood splatters on your palm terrified you more than you’d care to admit. Whether it would be fatal, only time would tell, but your heart sank. You didn’t want to go out like this. Sam watched your eyes widen with fear and then something eerily akin to acceptance and felt his heart break for you. You were family to the boys and they’d already lost too much.

He reached forward, wiping your hand with a tissue and then handed you the water before getting up and walking over to the far corner of the motel room. You watched him dialing someone on his phone. He spoke in a hushed tone for a few minutes before snapping the phone shut and grabbing the ice bucket.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He assured you before leaving. You pulled your blanket tighter around your weak body, trembling with the cold despite sweating because of the fever. The headache you’d been fending off came back in full force and for a moment, your vision went spotty, turning dark around the edges. You cried out, the pain and weakness in your body becoming too much.

An icy touch soothed your forehead and for a second, you thought Sam had returned with the ice. Forcing your eyes open, you saw blue eyes before the pain melted away and you fell into a deep, much needed sleep.

Sam returned to find you sleeping more soundly than you had the past 2 days. He quietly placed down the now full ice bucket and tiptoed over, not wanting to wake you now that you were finally resting. He cautiously placed the back of his hand on your forehead. He frowned at the lack of heat seeping from you since only moments ago, you were delirious with fever.

Your face now held a healthy flush and a painless expression. Perhaps you’d been right and the spell had only been temporary, it wasn’t important now, you seemed much better and in Sam’s opinion, that was all that mattered.

The next time you awoke, it was to the faint tapping of fingers on laptop keys and the muffled sounds of Doctor Sexy in the background. You forced open your eyes, cringing at the brightness of the room. Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the light and you pulled yourself up, only feeling the slight ache from sleeping too long.

Your eyes stopped on the large amount of medicine piled on the table next to Sam’s laptop, as well as numerous books and tomes opened to pages about who-knows-what.

Sam glanced over, seemingly to check on you and seemed surprised to see you awake.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, standing and crossing over to the bed. Dean shot up from the couch at his brother’s question and came to stand at the foot of the bed.

You gave a smile as Sam sat just in front of you and delicately placed the back of his hand on your forehead.

“I’m feeling better, Sammy,” the relief was clear on both of their faces. “Thank you for taking care of me. Both of you.”

Sam smiled at you and opened his mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the sound of wings.

Dean flinched when the dark haired angel appeared directly beside him.

“Nice of you to show up,” Dean snarked, irritation clear in his tone.

Castiel paid him no mind and instead looked between the three of them.

“I apologise for my delay. I had matters to attend to in Heaven,” his gravely voice echoed around the mostly quiet room.

“It’s okay, Cas,” you replied.

“It is not okay. You almost died,” Dean barked, turning his anger on the angel. He opened his mouth to continue but you cut him off.

“But I’m okay now. Seriously, Dean,” you pulled the covers off your figure and stood from the bed. “See? Perfectly fine.”

Castiel’s eyes were narrowed on you, certainly not as friendly as they had been before.

“What?” you asked self consciously.

“You did not heal naturally,” He told them cryptically before disappearing and reappearing in front of you, scaring the living daylights out of you.

He raised his hand and despite Sam and Dean’s protests, pressed his palm against your forehead. A bright white light engulfed the both of you, far too bright for any person, causing Sam and Dean to cover their eyes.

When the light had faded, Castiel stepped away from you, a hardened look in his eyes.

“She is marked by Lucifer,” he told them. Your frown melted into a look of realization as you remembered the vampire nest you’d fallen prey to some months ago.

“What?” echoed from both Winchesters.

“Castiel, what does that mean?” you asked. Castiel’s eyes seemed to stare into your soul and no doubt he probably was, before he sighed.

“Lucifer is an archangel and you are, what you humans would call, a soulmate. He has marked you as his own. This gives him access to your emotions and your location at all times,” he explained. Dean’s expression hardened and he looked at Sam for a moment before turning back to you.

You held your hand up to stop him. “What about the sigil thing you carved into our ribs?” You asked Castiel.

“It will not work with Lucifer. You are still hidden from myself and other angels but Lucifer will always find you.”

You took a moment to digest the information thrown at you and came to a conclusion.

“I guess I’ll pack my things then.”

Dean looked at you gratefully and you gave him a weak smile, understanding that it made it easier for him knowing he didn’t have to ask you to leave.

Sam looked like he wanted to argue but a look from both you and Dean kept him quiet.

As you packed your things and readied yourself to leave, you noticed the pondering expression on Castiel’s face.

You paused, “Castiel? What’re you thinking about?”

“I should kill you,” he told you simply, no hesitation. Dean’s hand twitched towards his gun and Sam came to stand at your defense.

“Soulmates, as you would call them, are extremely dangerous, if the two of you were to copulate, not only would the child be the nephilim of an archangel but also a soulmate, making it more powerful than most beings, the exception being God himself.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head.

“Wonderful,” you muttered sarcastically.

You pulled your bag onto your shoulders and turned to face the boys. Dean was the first to pull you into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered into your hair.

“Don’t be, you have to protect him,” you replied.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled away. “Promise you’ll call?”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

He nodded at you before pushing you gently towards Sam’s open arms. He remained quiet and you knew he was fighting himself.

“This is the right decision,” you reassured him. He gave you a grateful look as he pulled away but still didn’t seem convinced.

“If you guys need anything at all…” you said, walking towards the door.

“We’ll call,” Dean promised you. You nodded and gave them one final wave before turning around and walking out. Your car seemed daunting as it came into view and you sighed. It was just one big reminder that you were on your own again.

You placed your belongings in the backseat and as you opened your door, the side mirror caught a flash of movement behind you. You spun around but saw nothing.

Driving away from the motel, you couldn’t shake the icy feeling that left with you.

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I like to keep it monochromatic but since I got that little shuffle II couldnt resist the temptation to add it to my everyday carry.

Chapter 4: Reyes has surgery | McCree has dinner

and Morrison has doubts

Author’s Notes:
1) So I labored over this story for awhile, wondering if I truly wanted to write it.
1.1) After much thought, I did write it. As you can see. 
2) I hope you enjoy this - the interactions at the end of the story were quite fun to write and gave me ideas for other stories…
3) Feedback is a blessing and a gift

Word Count: 6580-ish
Copyright: Overwatch and its characters belong to Blizzard. Original characters belong to me.


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