man-in-the-suit

Digimon AU

A blonde haired man in a fancy suit walks alone at night he has an ominous feel about him as he smiles “Why hello there you have a Digimon don’t you?” he asked.

Subway Meet/Cute - Clexa

The morning commute was always the same. Lexa pulled herself out of bed and threw her long dark hair up into a ponytail. She dressed in the outfit she had picked out the night before, basically an excuse for ten more minutes of sleep. She gave her cat Leonidas a quick pat on the head as she grabbed her keys and phone. “Be good Leo. I don’t want to come home and have to clean up more toilet paper.” She smiled as the black cat just tilted its head at her in confusion.

Lexa checked the time on her phone and realized that once again, as with most mornings, she was running late. She quickly ran out of her apartment and locked the door behind her.

Lexa stepped out onto the sidewalk into the morning hustle. She had to adapt to the flow of traffic quickly. A man in a nice suit yelling into the bluetooth hanging from his ear almost ran into her as she tried to merge.

“Watch it.” The man grumbled under his breath and pushed passed her. Lexa sighed and pulled out her headphones. Every morning Lexa questioned why she moved to the city. Why did she pack up everything and move across the country by herself? But as her day went on and she went to her favorite coffee shop and let the warm liquid drive away the negative thoughts.

She was here for a reason. She was here to prove herself and to find what she felt like she had been missing her entire life. The second she got a job offer she didn’t even think about it. She told her parents that she was leaving the family business and moving. Her father had been okay, thought worried about his only daughter. Her mother on the other hand didn’t take it as well. She cried for three days straight and did everything but chain herself to the front door to stop Lexa from leaving.

Nothing was going to stop her and now here she was with a job, a place, and a life that was so much more than she would have had on the farm.

Lexa clutched her coffee tightly as she made her way down into the subway with a large crowd of commuters. The music blared in Lexa’s headphones and now she was feeling much more awake. She’d have to sit on the subway for 40 minutes before she got to work. Her music was the only thing that made the crowded ride bearable.

Lexa got into one of the middle cars and was surprised to find an open seat near the sliding doors. She slid into the seat and pulled her phone from her pocket. She took the first few minutes of her trip catching up on e-mails and assuring her mother for what felt like the hundredth time that she wasn’t hanging around with “the bad crowd”, whatever that meant.

Lexa looked up and her eyes were drawn to a beautiful blonde sitting across from her. She was wearing a pair of perfectly ripped light wash jeans. Her plain black t-shirt had a small whole near the neckline and another near the hem. Lexa eyes went down the woman’s body and landed on her perfectly clean white Adidas.

Her eyes were glued to the nearly glowing white shoes. Lexa had never seen this girl on her subway adventures before, she was sure she would remember someone so breathtaking. The girl moved and Lexa shook her head to break her gaze. She moved her eyes back to her phone and prayed that the girl hadn’t noticed her staring.

“Hey, so I was worried these shoes were too much with this outfit. What do you think?” Lexa’s eyes froze on her screen. She hadn’t even seen the girl get up from her seat, but here she was sitting quite close to her.

Lexa plucked up all of her courage and looked up into the girl’s gorgeous blue eyes. “I-I think they look great. I don’t understand how people can keep white shoes so clean in this city.”

The girl seemed to find Lexa’s comments funny because she let out a light laugh. “You just have to walk really, really carefully.” The girl responded. “Oh, I’m Clarke by the way.” She held out her hand for Lexa to shake.

“I’m Lexa.”

Lexa took Clarke’s hand and shook it. But when they were done Clarke didn’t let go of Lexa’s hand right away.

“Nice to meet you, Lexa.” Clarke gave Lexa a lopsided grin and brushed her blonde hair to one side of her head. “I’m just coming in for the night. Judging by your coffee and outfit you are going to work?”

Lexa nodded and sipped her coffee without thinking. “You’re just getting in?” Lexa lifted her eyebrows slightly surprised.

“Yeah, well I’m a bartender uptown. I can’t wear these beauties in there though.” Clarke pointed at the crisp shoes on her feet. “I have some gross black shoes I keep at the bar.” Clarke chewed on her lower lip for a second, like she was thinking very carefully about what she was going to say next. “You should stop by the bar sometime.”

Lexa eyebrows nearly went into her hairline at the suggestion.

“I’d even buy you a drink.” Clarke smiled and Lexa was surprised that she was actually very intrigued by the offer of basically a perfect stranger.

“Sur-Sure.” Lexa tried to sound as confident as she wanted to feel.

Clarke opened her mouth to speak again but the train started to slow and the conductor’s voice crackled over the broken speakers.

“This is my stop.” Clarke stood up and reached into her back pocket. “This is where I work. I’m in every night but Wednesday. Come see me.” Clarke handed Lexa a matchbook.

“I hope I see you soon.” Clarke winked at Lexa as the doors slide open and before Lexa could do more than lift her hand to wave a quick goodbye she was swallowed by the departing crowd.

Lexa ran her fingers over the matchbook Clarke had given her. ‘Polaris’ Lexa’s heart beat loudly against her chest as she put the matchbook carefully in her front pocket. She knew she was going to go to the bar, she had to know more about Clarke.

sooner or later colin o'donoghue is going to show up to an interview or q&a that has low chairs and he’ll be wearing a nice suit and have that pleasant calm smile on his face

and as he listens patiently to the host he’s gonna do That Thing Classy Men Do where he slips one knee over the other so the outside of that slim leg just barely touches the other and then he’ll just casually sit there with a hand on his thigh like he’s hannibal lecter listening to will graham

and in that moment i will simply fall to the floor and expire quietly, with no thought but gratitude for a pleasurable, painless death

So I had a really vivid dream about Fenris last night...

It was quite bizarre but felt SO real, you know? One of those dreams.

Earliest thing I remember is being in my room, with Fenris sitting on my bed. He’s most definitely still an elf, with white hair and lyrium markings. He’s cross-legged and relaxed – he seems to feel safe here. He’s also wearing some strange sort of mix of his usual and modern clothes which consist of his leggings, a white undershirt, and a dark button up with the top two buttons undone. We’re talking and he’s smiling, but then all of a sudden he stops and his body goes rigid.

My door suddenly opens and in walks Danarius.

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Give me domestic!dad!Tony and his spider son

Give me casual gifts (new camera, schoolbooks paid and Aunt Mays car fixed)

Give me Tony fetching Peter from school and taking the scenic route to the Tower/Compound

Give me lunches at greasy diners and Donuts for desert (don’t tell your aunt)

Give me Peter having access to Tonys living quarters and workshop, his stuff showing up in odd corners (school books on the kitchen table, a sweater draped over a workshop chair, a comic pushed under the couch)

Give me Tony teaching Peter about engineering and machanics, showing him his projects and the inner workings of the Iron Man suits (happy to make time for the curious teenager nothing like Howard Stark)

Give me Tony patiently helping Peter with homework he’s got problems with or a project that just won’t turn out like it should (please, please you’ve GOT to help me, the deadline is TOMORROW)

Give me Peter filling Tonys (quiet, lonely) living space with overly dramatic recounts of boring school days, excited nerd talk and hyperactive, superpowered teenager antics

I need this

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Day 8: An Examination of All the Body Issues in 'Love Actually' - 25 Days of 'Love, Actually'
Love Actually. Romantic comedy-drama celebrating love and romance? Or an anti-fat body shaming buffet of image issues and emotional struggles. SPOILER, Y'ALL, IT'S THAT LAST BIT.

Also, lest we forget, Emma Thompson is wearing body padding throughout the movie to appear frumpier. She wore a fat suit because heaven forfend a man cheat on his thin spouse. He would only deign to such endeavors if his wife was a solid size 12 and wore long skirts. Obviously.

I think I hate this movie.

POT date 🤑

Y'all take some notes…
But don’t take them too literal because I’m three glasses of Pinot deep. 😎

I spent a little time texting back and forth with this man. I didn’t give up too much information about myself. Just enough to be intriguing. Enough to be charming. I DID provide him access to the few tasteful photos I have on SA (taken STRICTLY for SA; all photo data wiped - they can’t be reverse searched).

He asked me multiple times before meeting to join him afterward in his suite.

I’m all like “I prefer the first meeting to be a casual meeting in a public place”.

Of course, duh.

PSA: If you agree to go to a suite with a man directly after meeting for the first time, you risk being set up for a prostitution sting.
ESPECIALLY if they mention a specific dollar amount for a specific sex act. Y'all have been warned. Listen to Queen Hu$tler. 🙏🏻

I also mentioned several times how I was a little skeptical, having been burned from the site before. I needed to know he was the real deal before moving further.

Anyway, long story short, I left lunch a little drunk, with some dessert to go, a full belly, and $1,000. Now I’m back in my Caucasian Home.

Honestly. Truly.

ICONIC. Let’s chat later.

Originally posted by superdeluxe