so we all know that fake ah crew jeremy’s fashion sense (or lack thereof) is a thing, but i kind of like to imagine that like on the first day he’s working for the fahc, he walks into the penthouse and he’s just dressed in like a regular t-shirt and jeans
but then he looks at the fucking crew:
geoff is in a three-piece suit, which, okay, but he seems to wear it everywhere? and in hundred-degree weather? jeremy is half convinced he wears the thing to sleep
jack is in possibly the loudest hawaiian shirt jeremy has ever seen, like his eyes might be burning a little bit, and she appears to have an inexhaustible supply of them
gavin clearly has some kind of gold aesthetic going on and never takes off his sunglasses
skull mask. enough said. (also jeremy’s heard rumors that ryan also has his chest hair shaved into a skull, but that can’t be true. right?)
and michael– well, michael looks fine, actually, until he turns around, and there’s a huge fuckoff wolf on the back of his jacket for no discernible reason
and so jeremy’s kind of like ahaha– oh wait you’re serious, and after working with the crew for a week or two he decides what the hell and heads for the nearest clothing store. picks out purple and orange shit while the clerk looks on in horror and he snags a cowboy hat on his way out because why not.
he shows up at the penthouse the next day and immediately everyone is like what. the fuck are you wearing. and generally brutally makes fun of him
jeremy is like “are you kidding?? have you seen yourselves??” and everyone sort of looks down at themselves and at each other and are basically like what? this is perfectly fine. we have made excellent fashion choices. you however are an assault on my eyes and against nature.
jeremy is very tired. (he sticks with the clashing colors because mama didn’t raise no quitter)
A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx
Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him.
Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff
Pairing: You x Jungkook
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking
You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.
You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.
Brighter than a shooting star, shine no matter where you are~
I worked on this dress for ages last fall, and finally had a chance to shoot it! The skirt is a NASA accurate map of the northern hemisphere, complete with a rhinestone where every major star should be. It was super cool to shoot this at a real observatory too!
This… stuff? Oh… ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean. You’re also blindly unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St. Laurent, wasn’t it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.
Hannibal fic prompt: Will Graham is way too pretty
i’m a grouchy unsociable loner
you have 14 restraining orders against ex-girlfriends, ex-hairdressers, and ex-coworkers who randomly fell in love with you after seeing you once in the Quantico cafeteria
where i eat ALONE at a table by the window ALONE
people literally choke on their food around you because they forget how to breathe and chew at the same time
no one likes me or invites me to social events
you got invited to mark's retirement party just last week, you ruined three relationships just by walking around the room once, the only thing you told mark was 'sorry to see you go' and the poor old bastard offered to leave his wife of 25 years for you
i sweat like a pig
you don't sweat like a pig, you glisten like a sea-sprayed statue of antinous
my unironic lumberjack clothes fit me poorly
you made 'lumberjack slob' the leading fashion trend in the Washington metropolitan area.
my students applauded me once for shooting a suspect, it was inappropriate
wanna talk inappropriate, your students once gave you a five-minute standing ovation for drinking from a water bottle
alana rejected my awkward and fumbling advances
my self-esteem couldn't handle me not being the pretty one in the relationship
supermarket tabloids cast aspersions on my character
how else am i going to justify devoting 8 pages to long-range photos of you playing with your dogs or wandering around your property in your underwear? btw calvin klein's people called, they're ready to offer you six figures to model those cute little boxer briefs you favor
help me jack i am so broken and vulnerable!..
sorry buddy, i'm going to have to talk with my back to you from now on, bella told me not to look at you ever again after i called out your name during our anniversary sex
WELL FINE SCREW ALL OF YOU I'LL JUST TALK TO THIS SHRINK I AM BEING FORCED TO SEE BECAUSE MY AIR OF MYSTERY, SELF-SACRIFICE, AND LOVE OF RESCUING ABANDONED ANIMALS ARE ALL SO OFF-PUTTING
dr. hannibal lecter:
dr. hannibal lecter:
hello! i know we literally just met, but all i want to do for the rest of my life is cook you delicious meals and fill my mansion with drawings of your face and butt
dr. hannibal lecter:
sorry, i don't think i'm saying this right. my apologies, english is my fifth language.
dr. hannibal lecter:
what i meant to say was, i want to give you all my infinite money and also babies
okay but i saw this post pointing out that greed (the second one, greedling) was wearing his suit when we first see him, and speculated that someone must have gone and got it for him because if greed had done it it would have been some of that ridiculous fashion he wears originally
anyways i bet you anything the person they made go out and get it was kimblee. evidence? greed ends up wearing a fuckin suit. like kimblee, who definitely like suits, and likes picking out the best and most expensive ones. hed probably like. not be asked to do anyone’s shopping ever unless it was this One Specific Thing because envy is like “how do i save my brother from his awful fashion sense” and his solution is “have the best-dressed member of our group go buy him clothes”