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anonymous asked:

I feel like the Gravebone fandom is not taking enough advantage of historically accurate men's underwear. Where are the union suits with the "Kenosha-Klosed-Krotch" like in the Leyendecker ads? Where are the sock garters and hole-proof hosiery? The B.V.D.s? The underwear with buttons in the front and tie strings on the back or side to adjust for fit (WWI military style)? Fandom needs to up its game.

It’s a challenge to truly describe the beauty that is early 20th century men’s undergarments in fanfiction as we, the writers and the readers, usually want to get to the good juicy bits of heated gazes and lingering touches and breaths that are both quickened and slowed and stopped all together, rather than begin a deluge of descriptions in an attempt to capture the most sensual and accurate way to untangle a man’s girth and naked form from his layers of cotton that most of us are unfamiliar with historically as well as in practical terms. 

(And my guess is the magical world in the US probably had their own types of underwear, seeing as they had their own fashion styles, which differed from no-maj society.)

That said, I did I go a googling for a little bit and found some lovely pictures that I will now place here–under the cut–because of reasons that are valid and have nothing to do with wanting to see Colin Farrell in garters and full body tighty whities. (Also this is a little informative article on the history of men’s underwear that I found pretty interesting to read.)

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Being a No-Maj and flirting with Percival Graves.

Percival seemed to tower over you. His appearance alone was seductive. The sharp suit he wore and his unreadable expression were both alluring. His dark hair, which seemed to glisten in the light the roaring fire illuminated, was combed back away from his face. Were he stark naked and painted white, he could’ve past for one of Michelangelo’s famous sculptures.

“Are you sure you should be sitting this close to me?” You murmured, dragging your eyes up to his. “I’ve been told that your kind have rather backwards laws about relations with non magic folk such as myself.”

“As long as I don’t hold your hand or dance with you,” Percival replied, “or kiss you goodnight.”

Silence fell between you, the crackling of the fire being the only sound. The two of you inched closer to one another, eyes on the others lips, but as you were about to kiss, there was a knock at your door.

“I’d best get that.”

At Nuzleaf’s house, Carracosta came to visit while Nuzleaf makes breakfast
  • Nuzleaf: Hero! Let’s get crackin’!
  • Hero: sulks out] I’m sick.
  • Nuzleaf: [doesn’t look up from what he’s doing] Yer not sick.
  • Hero: I have a temperature.
  • Nuzleaf: You don’t have a temperature.
  • Hero: I don’t wanna go…
  • Nuzleaf: Hurry up. You’re gonna be late.
  • Hero: [walks off to their room to get ready]
  • Carracosta: I love the way you handled that.

 Демидовский завод основан в 1725 году. Сегодня завод имеет статус музея под открытым небом. Если бы в России снимали хорошее кино, то здесь были бы отличные декорации для исторического, либо фантастического фильма. 

 Demidov factory founded in 1725. Now is the factory museum. Excellent scenery of the fantastic movie.