i love those trousers


twelve days of twelve // day five: twelve’s style

i was hoping for minimalism, but i think i came out with magician.


Shadowhunters Appreciation Weeks - Week 7 (May 29-June 4)

Favorite Outfits: Alec Edition

Izzy / Magnus / Ladies

anonymous asked:

I'm not excellent at understanding metaphors and such so I can't really get into In Trousers??? It just jostles me and barely has a bit of cohesion I can latch onto... I don't know if that's just me though. Did you have trouble wrapping your head around it the first time you listened to it?

Oh yeah, it was barely coherent to me when I first listened to it. Tbh, I still don’t completely understand every song’s meaning and importance to the overall piece, and I have listened to it A LOT. The musical is like a string of very complex allegories occurring one after the other and it does sudden time skips and the narration is all over the place and it is often Too Much - esp in the first few listens. I really started listening to only a few songs at first bc I only liked those that made sense to me (like Whizzer Going Down and a Breakfast Over Sugar) until finally I just bought the entire album and started listening to all of it - and even then, I mostly loved it because Chip Zien’s voice is so On Point.

But yeah, I saw one post floating around that compared trying to follow In Trouser’s linear plot and meaning to trying to hold running water in a loose fist - it’s really sorta impossible. There’s just too much ambiguity - but that’s what I’ve come to lowkey love about it, if that makes sense?? Like, I can have my own interpretation of what the songs mean, and with each re-listen, I sometimes pick up on a string of words or hear a different inflection of a line delivery that drastically changes the song and what it means to me. It’s just such a trip to listen to, and yeah, it is REALLY confusing but idk, I just really like the voices and the melodies and William Finn is SUCH a great lyricist. 

In Trousers is very confusing, very unpolished. I remember William Finn describing it as more of a learning experience to him as a writer than like a good musical. It isn’t perfect and I completely understand if some people don’t like it because it is a Mess^tm.

But idk…it grows on you after awhile.

yes, whizzer going down is a great song, but can we talk about the rest of in trousers???? set those sails is gorgeous and how the body falls apart/your lips and me is so pretty and perfect for trina’s style and character and oh my god in trousers (the dream) always makes me cry it’s got the prettiest lyrics and tune ever and marvin’s giddy seizures is such a Bop and the nausea before the game and i am wearing a hat are amazing and because in trousers takes place before falsettos it goes much further into marvin realising things about himself and his internalised homophobia and compulsory heterosexuality and how trina feels about marvin and fuck i love it so much!!!!

anonymous asked:

Can you please, please write some fluffy Wolfstar where Sirius is having problems with his parents or something? I'm just having a pretty shitty day and I would appreciate it. I'm sorry if it's a bother.

It’s not a bother at all! Sorry it took me a few days to get to this. 


Sirius slammed the door to their dormitory and all three sets of eyes turned to look at him. He was holding a letter that was clenched tightly in his fist, his shoulders tensed and his teeth gritted. James opened his mouth to say something but before he could, Sirius was flinging himself forward into Remus’ bed.

Remus was startled for a moment but then quickly pulled Sirius into his arms. He arranged them so Sirius was cradled against him and Remus could pet his hair the way Sirius liked.

Sirius let out a tiny sob and buried his face in Remus’ neck. 

“Do you want to talk about it, Pads?” Remus asked, looking over Sirius’ head towards James, who looked a bit distraught that Sirius wasn’t talking about it and hadn’t come to him.

Sirius shook his head and just clung to Remus tighter. 

“Hey Pete, why don’t we go outside for a moment?” James said, clearly not wanting to leave but not wanting to smother Sirius either. James slid off his bed and led Peter down to the common room with Peter whispering to James about what they were doing.

This was a new development in their group. Sirius had always gone to James for everything, when he was happy, sad, confused, lonely. But since Remus and Sirius had begun dating, Sirius seemed to seek out Remus first. Remus just hoped that James wasn’t upset about it. Not that he’d say if he were. He’d just play it off like it was nothing and make some kind of stupid joke.

“What can I do, Sirius?” Remus asked, pressing a soft kiss to Sirius’ temple.

“Is it okay if I turn into Padfoot?” Sirius asked, sniffling quietly. “I just…I don’t want to be my right now.”

“Sure,” Remus said, giving him a small encouraging smile.

Sirius transformed into his animagus form and the large dog took up a significant amount of Remus’ bed. Padfoot turned around a few times and licked Remus’ face before getting settled. 

Remus noticed that as he’d changed, Sirius had dropped the letter onto the bed. Remus carefully reached for it. Padfoot watched and let out a small whine, but he didn’t stop Remus from taking the letter and reading it. 

It was standard fare for Walburga Black, a whole bunch of shite about Sirius being a disgrace and how he better not be corrupting Regulus with his blood traitor nonsense. It also detailed that Sirius was to be cut off from any financial help from his parents for the remainder of the school year because of a prank they’d pulled on the Slytherin common room, filling it with toads. They would no longer support his childish behavior and so Sirius would not be getting any money from his parents for the rest of the year. It also mentioned that there were rumors going around the school about Sirius and Remus and if they were true and Sirius were fraternizing with a half-blood, he would be disowned. 

Remus sighed and ran his fingers through Padfoot’s fur. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, dropping his head down and kissing the dog on the top of the head. “We can…we can stop being together if it would help.”

Padfoot let out a whine and nuzzled his face against Remus.

Remus chuckled and wrapped his arms around Padfoot’s neck. “I just want things to be easier for you, Sirius. They’re not when we’re together.”

Padfoot barked in complaint and licked Remus’ face. 

Remus sighed and buried his face against the soft black fur. “I’m sorry they hate you for loving me.”

Suddenly the soft fur against his cheek changed into soft skin as Sirius became human again. He wrapped his arms around Remus and hugged him tightly. “I’m not,” Sirius said quietly. “They can hate me all they want but they can’t stop this.”

Remus swallowed thickly and nodded. “What can I do, Sirius? Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

Sirius pulled back slightly and grinned. “Anything, Moony?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” he teased, shoving Sirius off the bed.

Sirius went sprawling and looked up at Remus with his best hurt puppy look. “How am I supposed to help it?” Sirius asked, crawling back up onto the bed. “When I’ve got such a sexy boyfriend? Besides, it wasn’t me pulling you into a closet yesterday, was it, Moony?”

Remus snorted and pulled Sirius down into a kiss. “So it’s all my fault then, is it?” he asked, sliding his hand under Sirius’ shirt and flattening his hand against the small of Sirius’ back. “It had nothing to do with you wearing those tight leather trousers you got in the muggle shop over Christmas, eh?”

Sirius smirked wickedly. “You love me in those trousers.”

“I love you all the time,” Remus corrected, kissing Sirius again. “But especially in those trousers.”

Sirius laughed and shook his head. “How do you always manage to make me feel better?”

“It’s one of my many talents,” Remus murmured, running his hand slowly and soothingly up and down Sirius’ back. “Including charms, herbology, kissing and making Sirius Black feel better.”

Sirius hummed and rested his head against Remus’ chest. “She’s not going to stop me loving you, you know.”

“I know,” Remus said softly. “If your mum could make you do anything then you’d be in Slytherin and we’d never have spoken.”

“Oh, we’d have spoken,” Sirius said, lacing his fingers through Remus’ on his free hand.  “I couldn’t have kept away from you even if you were in a different house.”

“Is that so?” Remus asked jokingly, raising an eyebrow.

“Definitely,” Sirius said with a slight nod. “You’re irresistible, Moony and you’re mine.”

Remus closed his eyes and smiled. “I guess that’s not so bad, then, belonging to Sirius Black.” 

“Mine,” Sirius said, giving Remus’ hand a gentle squeeze.

Sirius quickly dropped off to sleep, snoring softly against Remus’ chest, his hair tickling Remus’ nose. Remus kept up rubbing Sirius’ back as he slept, wanting to take care of him. 

“Yours,” Remus whispered.