he can wear a suit

i couldn’t get this scene out of my head but i have no idea if/when i would be able to use it so here, just take it, get it away from me

“This would be a pretty typical manner of dress, then,” Bruce asked, holding up the garment before he put it on.

“You can just wear a suit if that would be more comfortable for you,” Diana reminded him from the other side of the screen.

“No,” Bruce said automatically. Diana grinned. He was going to stand out no matter what he did, but that wasn’t going to stop him trying. “I’ve never seen one in black.”

“It’s… not particularly in fashion,” Diana said, rather than admit that those Amazons he’d met considered themselves too old for such dark colors. “I thought it would be more comfortable for you,” she added. It wasn’t as if he’d be dressing too young. He wasn’t even sixty.

“Hm.” He stepped out from behind the screen, and she restrained a squeal of delight. He looked down at himself. “This seems. Short.”

She bit one of her knuckles. “I think it looks great,” she said. “You could always — of course, if it would make you more comfortable, you could wear a longer one. It just seems… a shame.”

Bruce looked between her and his outfit with vague suspicion. “Does the length signify something. Culturally.”

“No! No, not at all.” She gestured to his lower half. “I just thought it would be a good length to showcase how hairy and thick your legs are.”

Bruce had gone very still. “… huh.”

“Not in a crude way,” she rushed to assure him. “They’re a good feature. It lets you look masculine without looking vulgar. In my opinion. Like I said, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can find something else.”

“… right.” He looked down at himself again. “And the… sleeves?” he asked, uncertain what else to call the draping fabric that didn’t reach his shoulders or fall past his elbows.

“Do you like them?” she asked, in a tone of voice that made clear that she absolutely did. “I wanted to make sure that we could — you know — your shoulders—” She made a broad gesture in the air with her fingers splayed as she said it. “—but I thought that if you covered your biceps, it would draw more attention to your forearms.” She clasped her hands underneath her chin, biting her lip.

Bruce looked at his bare forearms. He looked at Diana’s forearms, half-covered by her bracelets. The bracelets worn by every Amazon on Themyscira. He looked at his entirely bare forearms again. A tree-shaped scar followed a pale lightning path down the skin of his left arm. He looked back at Diana.

“If Clark were visiting Themyscira, would his outfit look like this.”

“Oh Hera no,” Diana said immediately. There was a pause as she realized her mistake. “Not because — it’s only that it wouldn’t suit his personality,” she explained.


“You’re just much more — he doesn’t really have the same masculine energy that you do.”


“I thought… you know.” She gestured weakly at him. “Outside the limiting confines of your own culture, you might… enjoy the freedom. To express it.”


They stared at each other in silence.

“May I at least take a picture before you put your pants back on?” she asked.

“No,” he said, disappearing back behind the screen.

She crossed her arms, making a face at him that he couldn’t see. “Would it have helped if I’d said furry instead of hairy?” she asked.


She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “You can’t blame a woman for trying,” she muttered.

“Yes I can.”

“I wasn’t talking to you!”


How beautiful Youngjae can be ? He needs to wear pink more often bc it suits him so well

I lost a bet with @fatlardo​ so here’s 1k of G-rated Patater, set after comic 3.8

Kent half-expects the code Alexei sent him not to work, but it does; the lock on the gate whirrs open, and he can slip through. He puts his hands in his pockets, hunches his shoulders as he walks past the dim lights of the pool, ducks under the vines on the back pergola. He can see the lights burning in the kitchen and he could mount the stairs to the patio, go in through the French doors, but he’d rather not right now. It feels easier to go through the downstairs office, slink through dark hallways until he reaches the back staircase and its ascent into the kitchen’s glow.

Alexei doesn’t look up when Kent steps into the kitchen, just calmly keeps drinking his coffee out of its little cup. He’s still in his shirt and tie, but his waistcoat is unbuttoned; his suit jacket is draped over a chair. There’s a second cup set out, and it’s coffee, but–

“You’re angry with me,” Kent says.

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Ed n’ Oz from Gotham again but now with their fancy hats. Still trying to figure out the whole how their faces work.

im debating on 3 different headcanons about kravitz’s human form and im not sure which i like more

  1. He can only wear the same suit, all the time, because sometimes that’s the cost of being a dead person in a physical plane. He’s a bit upset about it. So is Taako. It makes for an interesting conversation. ”why dont you slip into something a bit more… comfortable?” “I-I cant”
  2. Kravitz can control his physical form but all he wears are suits. He’s got bathing suit suits. pajama suits. suits to cook in. no one’s sure if this is just a personal preference or some weird requirement of being a servant of the raven queen
  3. Kravitz wears casual clothes sometimes but every time he does he looks like a monster high doll. there are no exceptions

i reminded myself earlier about that awful shirt joey not only owns but actually wears

i obviously like to assume animated jojo owns all the same clothes as comic book jojo. imagine the titans tracking down villains at a hardcore death metal concert and jericho. is just there. probably in the stage lineup. wearing that.

Solangelo Headcannons
  • At night, sometimes Nico will sneak Will into his cabin with shadow traveling. He will just appear in the Apollo Cabin and hold out his hand for Will 
  • Unlike Percy and Annabeth’s case, no one notices their spent mights together because Will always makes Nico bring him back right when the sun comes up
  • They love to watch Law and Order: SVU together 
  • Nico despises wearing suits because he can’t do a tie to save his life, Will always does it for him Nico’s favorite holiday tradition is scaring Will on Halloween Night 
  • Will is awful at watching Horror Movies, Nico finds them amusing unless the movie is about clowns. 
  • Nico is deathly afraid of clowns 
  • Will is obsessed with paranormal things. Aliens mostly.
  • During a truth or dare, Will dared Nico to wear only bright colors for a whole week and Will would reward Nico for every day he made it through with some “alone time” in the Hades Cabin after everyone goes to sleep 
  • Will is the only person who makes Nico blush Will loves to show affection to Nico in front of everyone, Nico pretends to hate it
  • Nico’s favorite candy is Snickers, every time Will goes out, he brings the candy back for Nico 
  • Apollo finds Nico amusing, and yes he 100% approves of the relationship 
  •  Apollo once set up a date for them in Greece. Will has never been more embarrassed, but Nico was in utter shock. Will went along with it after seeing Nico’s reactions to the country


Oh, sweet torture. He has you squirming and begging for him. You want him to stop this torment though deep down, you know you deserve the punishment for blowing him while he was on the phone with his boss. Rubbing against the fabric of his pants isn’t nearly enough friction to be anything more than agony. You can’t even hold onto his shoulders because his tie is wrapped and knotted tightly around your wrists behind your back. When he’s wearing a tailored suit like that, you really can’t help yourself. Even his disapproving gaze can’t stop you from riding his thigh and getting as much from the teasing pressure as you can while he pretends to be uninterested and work on his computer instead of attending to the growing problem underneath his suit pants while you whine and whimper for him.

- Admin J

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I hate Louis for getting the dagger & I hate Harry for wearing the blue bandana even when he was wearing a beautiful suit. I can't walk away. I know some people think we're crazy. I know Freddie is an actual baby. I acknowledge these things. And I hate that rbb was at SO many of their shows & that people say HL weren't behind them. BUT if that were true, they had the authority to remove them from their shows & didn't. And I especially hate that I'm so messed up over all this crap.

tbt to when niall snapped his neck to look at louis when rbb was mentioned in an interview

Phoenix’s transformation into the person we see in Apollo’s time didn’t happen overnight - or at least, I don’t think so, anyway. He didn’t just fold the suit away some time after adopting Trucy and choose the least professional looking set of clothes from the back of his wardrobe, going ‘ah, yes, this works’.

That’s not how it works. How a progression of depression and stubborn will to keep going makes you not able to stop, but care less and less about anything other than the end goal works.

We can safely assume that he’s still wearing his suit, more or less, in the MASON system trial run. Perhaps it looks a bit more worn than most times - perhaps he’s simply had so much going on he hasn’t had it dry cleaned in those two weeks, or maybe he’s starting to realise that he needs to be more careful with money than ever, or maybe it’s a mix of both. But he’s still acting in investigation mode, and people still recognise him as Phoenix Wright, Attorney, and aren’t suddenly saying ‘why are you dressed like that’.

It starts off small. 

At first, he tries to keep the routine up - he wakes up, he washes, shaves, and dresses in something presentable enough.  He goes out looking for new clues, new evidence.

And when nothing comes up, he gets a bit demoralised, but it’s nothing he can’t handle.

His body language starts a subtle shift; when he goes to Trucy’s new school to pick her up, people recognise that blue suit, even if it is a bit more crumpled than they’d see it back when he was in the papers. Even if he isn’t bothering with a tie any more. His eyes shift away when he notices the stares, and when he knows Trucy isn’t looking, he hunches a little, making himself smaller. Unnoticeable. Unimportant. Nothing to see here.

He still hasn’t got the hardness in his eyes yet, and that won’t come for a while yet, it comes in spurts and stutters of a new understanding of how harsh the world is, and how easily the world can turn its back on you, and how much of a slog it is to work against the system and nothing is working.

He goes to the Borscht Bowl Club in response to an advert in the paper asking for a piano man in the suit, and when they see him (even with the creases and the crumples and the dark under his eyes from stress and lack of good sleep from making sure Trucy sleeps well, and wondering what they’re going to do about bills this time) their eyes light up, because they remember this man, this man who could play poker like the devil himself, bluffing like the best of them, and they suggest a proposal of sorts, not caring that he can’t even really play piano.

He’s uneasy about it at first. After all, it’s a little too close to the line on whether it could be considered ‘gambling’ or not, this idea of playing poker for the club, as long as he wins. For a while, he wonders if it’s the right thing to do, if he should go ahead with it, or call in, saying that he’s had second thoughts. 

He doesn’t immediately tell Maya or Edgeworth, worried about what they’d say, and when they do find out, they’re worried about him. But knowing that he has his suspicions that if he stays there, he might find more leads… they can’t tell him not to.

For the first couple of weeks, he plays bad piano and good poker in his blue suit, although the tie gets forgotten after a while. There’s a notable absence on his lapel that he keeps putting his hand to no matter how much he tries to break himself of the habit.

Then one day, the suit gets stained. Maybe it’s borscht. Perhaps it’s someone’s spilled drink. It could have been a compete accident - or, someone might have no love for him, and decided to play a prank, just to see his face as the last vestiges of his previous life gets dirtied, and he has to try washing it out in the bathroom, to no avail.

The suit is in the wash still the next day, still getting cleaned up, because he can’t not have the suit, just in case he needs it, so he has to find something else.

The first things he puts his hands on are a pair of sweatpants and a plain t-shirt.  The hoodie comes when he remembers how cold it gets down there.

He’s still wearing his shoes, though, and his face isn’t quite clean-shaven but it isn’t covered in stubble just yet. 

He’s halfway there, running down the street and not looking quite one thing nor the other. 

He finds it funny how he feels like he fits in more with the crowd he’s mingling with now that he’s not able to look like a lawyer at all any more, and that night he realises that he’s started to cry, without even realising it, because he’s lost something, and doesn’t quite know how he’d managed that when he’d thought he’d already lost it all.

He damages his shoes by stepping on broken glass one day, and narrowly missing the sharp shard slicing his foot. He sighs, and knows that it’d cost far too much to repair or replace them, and he isn’t going to ask for help on this - it’s his problem. Besides which, why bother with new shoes when he’s got a pair of old sandals that’ll do just as well that’re hanging around in his room somewhere?

With the sandals comes even more change to body language - posture that used to be more upright starts to become more slouched, and there’s a new shuffle to his walk that wasn’t there before, that starts because he’s not used to wearing sandals all the time, but never truly goes away.

He’ll shamelessly ask any of his friends or relatives for financial help when it comes to Trucy, because she’s the light of his life, she’s his kid, she deserves the best, deserves everything he can’t give her, but when it comes to his own welfare, his own clothes and ability to look after himself, he leaves everyone tearing their hair out, frustrated at how his answer is always that he’s doing just fine, there’s no need to worry, as long as Trucy’s okay, then he’s okay, and shouldn’t that be enough?

Trucy makes him his hat as a personal project, because she has her magician’s top hat, and that keeps her head warm, but her Daddy doesn’t have anything like that, and she gets worried that in the cold weather and the freezing temperatures of the club, he’s going to catch cold again - like he already has, several times; winter is the worst, because there’s no warm weather to thaw out into when you get upstairs and outside, it’s just cold all the time, and it’s left him under the weather more than once. 

It doesn’t help that the heating gets cut off more than once, either, and he still has to go to the club to play piano and poker, has no choice but to win through whatever means he can, be it using Trucy or other methods, because he has to provide for her and make sure they’re both earning something at least.

After a while - months, perhaps, years, maybe - he stops looking at the suit, stops wondering when he might next need it, stops fingering the spot on the lapel where his attorney’s badge used to be, because he knows that each time he’s done so, it’s just made the loss hurt more than ever. Especially with how long it’s been, and who knows how long it’s still going to be. 

He stops looking at his old cases, and his old photo albums, unless it’s for Trucy, or Maya, or Edgeworth, because for them, he’ll do anything, but if they aren’t around or the subject of the past isn’t being brought up, then he pretends as though this is normal, that this is the way things are, and that it’s alright.

And the more he tells himself that things are okay like this, for now at least, the more he starts to believe it.

So by the time the ghosts of the past reappear, and Shadi Smith offers him a challenge… he likely wouldn’t think of himself as having changed that much. 

After all, it’s just a natural progression of events, right?

Imagine Illumi being the only one that still believes in Santa. “Santa” has always been Zeno in a costume he never wanted to wear in the first place, but when Illumi grew up well past the age where he shouldn’t believe in Santa anymore and still did Zeno kept putting it on just to see how long it would last.

When Illumi got old enough he hated the idea of some jolly trespasser in their home, and tried to capture and/or kill Santa, but Zeno is too fast and talented to be taken down. So now that Illumi wants Santa dead and it drives him mad that he can’t best Santa Claus, Zeno wears the suit every year to start shit.

None of the other children believe in Santa and are very embarrassed of Illumi and their grandpa’s antics every year.

anonymous asked:

Olivarry Valentine's Day headcanons? Or drabble? :) Please? And happy Valentine to you! ♥

  1. Shameless romantic Barry Allen grilling Oliver’s closest friends (Felicity, Dig, Thea, etc.) for what amounts to conflicting advice about what to do.  “Keep it subtle,” “big gesture,” “chocolates,” “chocolates are cliche.”  He settles on sappy sticky notes everywhere he can put them.
  2. Barry wears The Flash suit all day and just dishes out hugs on the streets.
  3. Oliver gets annoyed by around five PM because he wants his boyf to himself at some point.
  4. Cue Oliver grabbing Flash by the back of his suit and half-leading, half-dragging him out of public view before giving him his Valentine’s day gift.
  5. He also definitely writes a sticky note and tacks it on the back of Barry’s suit-hood.  One word: Mine.

I heard that today(or yesterday) is .. best friends’s day??? or something like that??? anyway so I thought I would draw the secret Saturdays’s kids in those squad meme( and yes again with the sinning)

these r just some old designs that I apply into the pic(all black and white yes) they need 3 in dresses and 3 in  suits tho(accept Ulraj cuz I forgot that he can wears a suit after all silly me)


im sinning again hope u guys don’t mind


when will this au die