trousers & shorts

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“It’s interesting, my costume, because one of the main routes into this character is the way he moves,” Eddie tells. “With the tightness at the top of that coat, Newt’s a compact kind of guy, especially when you think about all the vials and magic he can fit in that coat. The trousers are slightly too short for him too, which works for the way I move as him.”

  • Marvin: </b> they don't make house calls
  • Mendel: </b> <I><b> sees Trina, rolls up in his bright red heelys </I></b> they do now

Captain John H. Watson

I think we can all agree that we need more soldier!John in this fandom.

Grey colour pencil, mechanical and classic pencil. I messed up his face, and it bothers me like hell.

autistic in a heatwave tips!

we’re having a heatwave !! which is lovely because i love hot weather, but im bad at temperature adjustment and regulation which can be bad. i also know that lots of other autistics find hot weather sensory hell, so here r a few things that i find help:

- you dont Have to be in the sun all day. lots of people will say stuff tht makes u feel guilty about “wasting the good weather”, but they dont know how it affects u personally, so do whats best for u. if u wanna stay inside all day or never leave the shade, do it!! its better to b comfortable than anything else
- this goes doubly if u live in a place where u actually get aircon in non commercial buildings
- wear as few clothes as possible. sounds obvious, but youd be surprised at how much difference not having even one layer makes. if youre self conscious abt ur body, invest in some mesh or sheer clothing - its stylish, v thin and light, and will obscure ur form - if u r wearing clothes, wet them !! this helps So Much its my fav tip. wetting a hat or pouring water down ur shirt cools u down a load, and can help u stay cool until it all evaporates. last year i managed to be the only one to mostly avoid heatstroke when hiking by doing this. having wet trousers/shorts is sensory hell for me, so i stick to just my shirt. if u cant cope w that, keep a damp cloth on u and put it on ur skin whenever u can
- drink A Lot. if ur thirsty, ur probably already dehydrated. dehydration can lead to feeling sick, headachy, and exasperates sensory issues (i usually burn out twice as often if im dehydrated). to avoid this, drink lots of water. do u hate drinking water? yeah, me too. keeping a bottle full on u is good because its just There so u end up drinking it because its smth to do.
alternately, drink lots of juice/iced tea/soda (fizzy drinks dehydrate u a bit, but theyre better than nothing!)
if u wanna rehydrate quickly, sports drinks r the way to go bc they replace electrolytes (cheap alternative: dissolve salt n sugar into water)
- crunch on ice !! it cools u down, it hydrates u, and u can Lov The Cronch
- dont get burnt: it leads to sunburn which is Sensory Hell, can give u heat stroke, and long term skin damage. do u hate sun cream? Me Too, but its better than sunburn. instead of the gross lotiony suncreams, u can get oil based ones (p20 is the brand here, idk if its international) which tend to b more expensive, but last a full 24hrs, feel non gloopy, and dont smell as strong
- sleep w just a bed sheet as covers bc its much cooler, but u still have the feeling of smth covering u
- ur feet r the most important for temp regulation , so keep them cool most importantly
- cold showers r great but also painful so a softer alternative is room temp showers bc theyll still cool u down without freezing ur various body parts off
- mope on the floor like 24/7 it doesnt exactly cool u down but it doesnt use much energy n its perfect for that summery sluggishness. fav activity 10/10 would recommend

anyone else pls add on suggestions!!

Things I Remember When I’m Sad - GOT7 Edition

- Youngjae’s laugh first of all
- when Jackson told his parents he wanted to go to Korea to be a singer, his dad told him that if he could win a fencing competition that he could do it…and he did
- Mark’s old ramen hair
- oh man Jinyoung’s pointy fringe hairdo from way back in the Girls Girls Girls days
- how Jaebum’s freckles above his eye look a little like a piercing and it’s cute as hell
- whenever they prank Yugyeom by blaming him and getting ‘angry’ he always takes the blame and apologises even when he didn’t do anything wrong omg babe
- BamBam on ASC “how do you know I’m not I’m big” like son can u please chill
- how Jimin from ASC literally has to prepare herself mentally for these children coming on the show
- how Jackson is friends with like…everyone. Amber from f(x)? yup. Namjoon from BTS? Got it. 
- Yugyeom loves dramas
- Jinyoung evolved from JR to Junior to Jinyoung
- Jackson falling asleep in the hairdressers and waking up with the Stop Stop it hairstyle. bless
- Youngjae spoiling Fly live on v-app bc he got too excited playing with Coco
-legit how well Jinyoung and Youngjae are doing with their English, they don’t have to but they do it and they’re trying so hard
 - “IT’S NOT HARD…it’s not hard”
- Jackson’s giggle that sounds like a pixie or smthn
- Mark’s dad. what a blessing. the most savage
- how they all had a go at writing or composing songs in the new album
-  BamBam “there’s also this hyung - i won’t say his name - but he should stop wearing earrings”
- Jinyoung “what is your point” in english like wOW MARK GET REKT
- “I am jungle. Jungle is me.” - Jackson Wang, everybody
- the excessive amounts of ass-slapping that goes on in this group
- like the time Youngjae slapped BamBam’s ass so hard it made him physically shudder and call out in English
- Jinyoung pulling Mark back down onto his knee and saying “Sit- sit down - I’m your mom.
- “this is youngjae class”
- Yugyeom Hit The Stage
- Jaebum not letting him live: *sign of the cross* “HIP-HOP”
- how supportive they are of each other’s song-writing
- Jinyoung saying that he gave Yugyeom his favourite part to sing in Mayday
- Hard Carry butt wiggle dance
- the members taking the piss out of Jackson’s rap voice
- when they switch roles in their songs
- Mark’s “girl you’re my diamond” in Tic Tic Tok
- Mark’s random dedicated English parts in anything tbh, like in A, Mayday etc
- “eyyy swagger like me” Jackson in U Got Me
- the Home Run dance
- in the Fly dance practice, when BamBam steals Jaebum’s screen time and JB’s just so hurt
- Youngjae’s weird and hilarious dance in the Fly dance practce
- Mark’s face in every Just Right performance
- how Jackson always makes sure that anybody treating him like the leader direct the questions at Jaebum and when they don’t, he turns it around, “Jaebum-hyung, what did we do?”
- speaking of “jaebum-hyung” how offended Jackson is that he makes him call him his hyung when they were born in the same year
- when Jackson was making fun of Jaebum when he wasn’t there, thought he was coming, was so terrified and then got roasted by Jinyoung for the face he made
- how effected they all were by the Playground tribute the fans did for them at their fanmeet
- their Buzzfeed video that got a ton of new int. fans (whatup guys)
- the cola commerical they did
- the pink hair Mark had for like, 2 days
- the time Yugyeom shouted on “Jaebum-ah!” and the entire group was stunned 
- the best high note Jaebum will ever hit in his life in A
- Jackson is constantly run off his feet and met with horrible obstacles (the saesang fan incident with the car accident, being lonely overseas on his own etc) but always managing to be positive no matter what
- Yugyeom constantly grinding on everything
- when they made them all do sexy dances to JB doing an impression of a “sexy” singer on Weekly Idol but he got down at the end and started grinding the floor
- Jinyoung’s eye whiskers, like that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen
- BamBam dissing Jaebum in Thai and rolling his R for like 14 seconds straight
- the If You Do dance in 2x
- Jinyoung taking his shoes off in the If You Do 2x dance
- how tall Yugyeom is, like you would need a stepladder to get to his height
- how when they debuted, BamBam was a smol child and now he’s this tall and deep-voiced bias wrecker? like sit ur ass down boi
- Mark literally just disregarding every rule of the kpop world and getting a huge tattoo
- Youngjae possibly (I’m praying he has) getting a tattoo
- how Jaebum’s managed to mellow out in the 2 years since they’ve debuted
- BamBam doing the girl group dances, somehow its funnier than when the other members do it and I have no idea why (like don’t get me wrong, Jaebum and Yugyeom doing it is hilarious)
- after Yugyeom got pranked and he went nuts screaming “GWENCHANA! NA GWENCHANAAAAA!” when everyone was trying to hug him
- Youngjae getting so hurt by Mark calling him “Jackson” (How are you Jackson? I’M NOT JACKSON)
- Youngjae impersonating an otter because Jackson told him to in their GOT2Day
- Markson
- JJ Project being a thing
- that video where Yugyeom is just running behind Jinyoung and Jaebum shouting, “Jinyoung pabo!” “Jaebum pabo!” and then “JJ Project!” and doing the song and dance to tease them
- Jaebum and Jinyoung literally having no idea ho idea how to get him back for that
- how Youngjae is constantly hitting everyone
- the time they threw a plastic cockroach at youngjae and he screeched
- how Youngjae and Jaebum have made multiple dick jokes to each other
- Jinyoung praising Yugyeom like a proud mum and being rewarded with Yug’s r00dness 
- seriously they don’t know what to do with this kid and it’s the best
- the time they went to the zoo and Jackson was shouting at the tigers
- Jackson and Jinyoung on the rollercoaster together and Jackson just screaming “JINYOUNGGGGGGG - JINYOUNG- JINYOOOOOUNNG!”
- BamBam and Yugyeom’s knowing-everything-about-each-other-already-so-they-barely-actually-talk relationship
- BamBam roasting Jackson for his fashion choices “I wish Jackson-hyung would stop wearing baggy trousers-” “I HAVE SHORT AND THICK LEGS WHAT ELSE AM I MEANT TO WEAR?” “I also wish hyung would stop wearing black.”
- Jackson and Eric Nam. “No one asked you, Eric.” “Oh, hey Eric.” “I HATE YOU ERIC”
- Jaebum’s fake snake bites tho…how did we get through that
- whenever Jaebum’s hair is longer
-  when Yugyeom’s hair is darker and not completely covering his forehead
- when Youngjae does sweat paws
- Mark wearing baggy jumpers
- Jackson having blonde hair
- or Jackson having his hair black but longer? oh damn
- Everything about BamBam in Flight Log:Turbulence era
- Mark’s “hard carry hey” I think goes without saying
- the way BamBam says “hungry” and the movement he does in the Hard Carry MV
- Jinyoung wearing stripes
- Youngjae’s smile
- that time Jaebum literally chased Yugyeom around a fanmeet hall 
- when Yugyeom almost peed himself laughing because Mark didn’t catch a ball
- BamBam: Call us Dab7
  Mark: No, you go be Dab7 by yourself.
  Youngjae: *loses his shit*
- during the episode of ASC in the Flight Log: Departure era where the members were constantly just saying “yas” “yaaaas” “yAAAAsss”
- “Markiepooh”
- When Youngjae came out of the trailerand on discovering the rest of them were filming shouted “My name is Youngjae! How are you!” and they were all like “no, stop it Youngjae”
- when Jaebum was cooking and told to speak in English and he literally just kept saying “and then” 
- how Jaebum hates speaking in English (god knows if I didn’t speak English, I’d hate being told to say things in it)
- when Jackson and Namjoon were having a rap battle and Jackson was like “please don’t diss me”
- how Jackson challenged Jooheon to a rap battle, and when Jooheon started realised it was a very bad idea and was like “hey no don’t do it like that you’re making me look bad”
- how GOT7 and BTS are so close (see: their shared stage, how excited Bangtan were when they saw Jinyoung in that elevator, how they all have each other’s numbers, how excited the 97 line are when they meet up)
- when they were on Weekly Idol for Flight Log: Turbulence, they introduced Jinyoung with his new name with a fan vid which included everyone at some point or another screaming his name
- Jinyoung’s savagery 
- Youngjae’s love for videogames
- how when Jackson was asked to speak French, he ended it on “paris baguette”
- how much Jaebum cringes when they bring up Dream High 
- “my dream is to dab with moose”
- “aka browny”
- how Jaebum had to turn his back on Yugyeom during the prank to compose himself because he couldn’t stop laughing before pretending to be really mad at him
- how far they’ve come in 2 years that they’re such a respected and loved group internationally and how peaceful the fanbase is in general

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Requested Anonymously


The Doctor hadn’t imagined that you wearing a skirt would bother him so much. That’s not to say that he didn’t like it. He did like it. That was the problem - he liked it too much. It wasn’t even that short of a skirt, either. There wasn’t anything overly sexy or promiscuous about it. That, he would have been able to ignore. He had been ignoring flaunted sexuality all his lives (it never failed to make him uncomfortable), and it came easily to him at this point. But you weren’t flaunting anything. You were in a tasteful, flowing skirt that cut off right at the knee. It flared out a bit whenever you turned, giving just the slightest tease of your lower thigh, but there was no inappropriate exposure. None at all. It was perfectly perfect. But the Doctor was scared of it.

“Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?” he asked when you finally joined him in the console room. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized how he sounded, but… he really wanted to know why you were wearing that… thing. And heels. Oh, no, you were wearing heels. They weren’t especially tall and the wedge was hardly more than an inch, but this was more heel than he had ever seen you stand on.

You made a silly face at him in response, too accustomed to his non-ginger rudeness to be offended. “Is this alright for where we’re going? I’ll just change real quick if it’s not. I just never get to wear it.”

That’s right, you never got to wear it. (Forget the heels. Can’t run well in those, so they were out of the question.) The Doctor had never seen so much leg on you. You wore trousers, always, because you were smart enough to know that skirts were not for adventuring. Even in hot weather, though, you didn’t wear shorts. You just wore trousers with thinner material. Shorts were nice, but the idea of running through dense underbrush or stinging nettles or a bog with bare legs didn’t appeal to you, so you kept your legs safely covered. Until today.

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Ice cream

Draco grunted as he fumbled with the collar of his dress shirt. His face was contorted in distaste as he felt little beads of sweat running down his neck. Ugh, disgusting! Potter had already pointed out that it was far too hot outside to be wearing a dress shirt, but Draco refused to wear the kind of sordid clothes Potter seemed to love so much. It suited him, of course, but Draco had a reputation to uphold.

That was a bit of a stupid reason, even Draco had to admit it, seeing as they were out and about in Muggle London, but Draco, unlike Potter, had class.

Them being friends was still very new to him and definitely needed some getting used to. Potter seemed already comfortable around Draco, always blabbering on about this and that, bumping Draco’s arm with his elbow, grinning at him mischievously…

Blaise had remarked that it very much seemed like he and Potter were dating, but that was just ridiculous. They had just met for coffee a few times, had gone to the movies (Potter’s idea of course and Draco was still a bit traumatised) and had gone for a few walks, like now. Yes, Draco had been a little surprised earlier when Potter had asked him if he wanted to come back to his place later for dinner, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, was it? Friends did that… right?

As they continued walking down the street, Draco peered sideways and saw that Potter’s face was rather flushed and there were little beads of sweat running down his neck, too.

“Maybe we should have stayed inside today,” Potter wheezed. “I honestly don’t understand how you haven’t fainted yet.” He gazed at Draco’s shirt and his cloth trousers in discomfort.

“Well,” Draco began, eyeing Potter’s burgundy T-shirt and his short trouser, which reached to his knees, “I was taught elegance is a virtue, as well as endurance. Clearly, a concept which seems to be lost on you.” He let his eyes wander over Potter’s body and gave him an appraising look when their eyes met again. Potter seemed to stifle a giggle.

“What?” Draco snapped.

“Endurance,” Potter snorted. “Alright then.” He flashed Draco a toothy grin. Draco had no idea what was so funny about that, but didn’t get the chance to ask. Potter’s eyes had focused on something on the other side of the street. Draco turned around, but had no idea what had caught Potter’s attention.

“Wait here,” Potter told him and and sprinted off. Draco crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. What was Potter up to? And how dare he make Draco wait alone in the middle of the street like this?

Draco tapped his foot impatiently as the minutes passed by. When Potter finally came into view again, Draco saw that he was holding… two ice lollies?

“Here,” Potter said enthusiastically, holding one out to Draco. He gave it a quick glance and made a face.

“No thank you,” he grunted.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t like ice cream,” Draco shrugged. Potter’s eyes widened at that.

“What? How can you not like ice cream?” He sounded genuinely baffled.

“I just don’t.”

Potter kept staring at him, the incomprehension at Draco’s revelation clearly visible on his face.

“You’re dripping,” Draco noted with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Oh!” Only now did Potter seem to notice that the ice lollies were melting quickly, dripping all over his hands. He lifted one hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue over his knuckles slowly. Mesmerised, Draco watched as Potter did the same thing to his other hand.

“You sure you don’t want it?” Potter asked, oblivious to Draco’s sudden inner turmoil. Not trusting his voice at this moment, he just waved a dismissive hand in the air. Potter shrugged and lifted one of the ice lollies to his mouth.

Sweet Merlin!

Draco almost choked as Potter’s lips closed around the ice lollie. He pushed it deeper into his mouth and started sucking. Draco had to control himself not to clutch his chest in surprise. He winced when Potter made a slurping noise.

“You know,”  Potter said happily, “I had my first ice lolly when I was ten years old. I really like them.”

Draco had trouble concentrating on what Potter was saying, but still, a frown formed on his face.

“You hadn’t had ice cream before that?”

Potter shook his head and looked at the two ice lollies in his hands. They were both dripping like mad. He lifted one to his mouth again and licked it, painfully slow, from the bottom up, before sticking it in his mouth again. This time, he twirled it around, before releasing it again with a little ‘pop’.

Draco was sure he was about to faint. The heat wasn’t exactly helping, either.

“Potter,” he spluttered. He stepped forward and gazed at his mouth intently. “Ugh, you really are an imbecile, aren’t you?”

Potter’s mouth and his chin were smeared with the remnants of the ice lolly. Draco reached out and stroked the corner of Potter’s mouth with his thumb. He saw Potter’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“It’s sticky,” Draco muttered. He wasn’t really aware that he was leaning down, until his tongue made contact with Potter’s skin. Surprised by his own boldness, he quickly stepped back.

“I don’t know why I did that.”

Potter was flushed and he looked like he was trying to decide something.

“Sod that,” he suddenly muttered and let go of the two ice lollies. Before they hit the ground, Potter had his arms around Draco’s neck and their lips pressed together. Draco made a startled sound when Potter’s tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted like artificial oranges. Yuck! But the things Potter apparently could do with that tongue…

“Let’s go back to my place,” Potter panted after a few moments. “Oh, but first, let me go back to that store real quick.”

Draco frowned.

“Why?”

“Because,” Potter said with one of his mischievous grins, “I want more ice cream.” He dropped his voice to a low, seductive whisper. “I want creamy, rich chocolate ice cream.” Draco shuddered at the way Potter was looking at him. “And I plan to lick it off your chest and out of your navel.”

This time, Draco really did choke. He recovered rather quickly, however, and grabbed Potter’s hand.

“Merlin, what are we waiting for?”

ok but can you imagine if harry released a fashion line? how PRETTY it would be? filled with sheer shirts and floral pants BUT WAIT maybe that’s not your cup of tea? don’t worry, har has got your back with some simple jumpers and slightly embellished shirts with collar and pocket detail. it would probably be unisex and the whole line would play around with masculinity and femininity. blazers with pink seams? glittery ties and loafers? loose shorts and trousers so when you’re standing still you may not be able to tell exactly whether or not it’s a skirt. maybe some accessories as well, of course some rings he’s designed would be included, along with some chunky belts and headscarves? please harry release a clothing line i am dying for it

all the president’s rubies (victuuri)

i believe it was @katsukiyuuristrophyhusband​ who was saying that of all the theories in victor “my husband” nikiforov, they would probably roleplay at least the first three.  so i thought about it when i went on a run, and here we are:



The man he sees across the room fits in too perfectly; lean body in a royal blue Isaia suit that’s tailored to aching perfection, the inseam of the trouser cut short to reveal a scandalous sliver of bare ankle, and a white band collar shirt instead of a traditional button down to accentuate his long neck.  The man is quintessential classics with the precise amount of unorthodox edge to suggest he is a man who is always on the precipice of something.

He watches the man run his fingers through his silver hair like lavish strands of spiders’ silk.  The man screams expensive.  How many millions of dollars would you be holding in your hands if you had this man underneath you?

He must be brave.  There’s no time to waste.  He steps across the ballroom and into the man’s social circle with his chest out like he belongs there.

“Katsuji Yuuta,” he introduces himself.  “May I buy you a drink?”

“Vitaly Nikonov,” the man replies, smiling. “And I already have a drink.  But you may keep me company.”


“What are they doing?” Yuri whispers a little too loud, watching Katsuki slink over to where Victor is talking to a handful of sponsors.  

“Maybe this is like that banquet where they pretended they were meeting again for the first time,” Otabek offers, stealing a stuffed mushroom from Yuri’s plate and popping it into his mouth.  He licks at the grease left on the tip of his thumb. “Remember that last year?  They even brought that old tie and Victor cried when he tied it around Katsuki’s head like a crown.”

Mila laughs into her champagne flute and Yuri suppresses a shiver. 

“This feels worse than that.  This feels,” he says, pauses, curls his nose, “this feels weirder.”


“So what brings you here?” Vitaly Nikonov asks, rolling his wrist and watching the maraschino cherry swirl around in his manhattan. “I haven’t seen you around.” 

“Funny,” Katsuji Yuuta says, and he looks Vitaly Nikonov up and down like a question and an answer all at once. He tilts his head at the group Vitaly’s with and takes a swig of his own champagne. “I thought we might be here for the same reasons.  But I see you here, and suddenly I can’t remember why I came.”

“Oh, Mr. Katsuji,” Vitaly says, voice lowering. “I don’t think you’ve come close to coming yet.”

“Uh, guys,” says Mark from Sony, bumping a fist on Vitaly’s shoulder.  “Victor?  Yuuri?  I’m gonna–me and the boys, we’re gonna, uh, step away for awhile.”

Vitaly Nikonov hums as if Mark from Sony is very, very far away.  He can see nothing else but Katsuji Yuuta’s soulful, brown eyes.  


“Spies!” Mila does not squeal as she runs back to Otabek and Yuri with a refreshed drink and a plate of bacon wrapped scallops.  “They’re pretending they’re rival spies.  Or maybe Yuuri’s a honeypot?  I don’t know, all I could hear is them talking about trading intel upstairs and–”

“Gross,” Yuri says, stealing her champagne and downing it in one gulp.  Yuuri and Victor at banquets are going to drive him to an early retirement.  Next to him, Otabek is stoically looking at the chandelier over their table, trying not to laugh.  


“Mr. Katsuji!” Victor moans dramatically, his band collar shirt torn open, buttons flown across the room.  “Oh, if our agencies found us this way, they would kill us!”

“Stop!” Yuuri laughs on top of him, tucking his face away in the curve of Victor’s neck.  “Now it just sounds stupid.”

“We must run away together!” Victor says, rolling his hips up to greet the inviting curve of Yuuri’s ass through his briefs.  “Change our names!  Go into hiding!  The two of us against the world!”

“Victor, you said if I won gold you would take this seriously,” Yuuri whines, and he nibbles at the soft of Victor’s earlobe to make him gasp and still.  

“I am taking this seriously,” Victor says softly underneath him.  He rolls his hips up slower this time, a little more sluggish drag to prove how earnestly invested he is, dick hard and needy between the undone fly of his own pants.  “I was going to tell you of a bungalow I know tucked away off the coast of Bali.  We’ll think up new identities.  You can be Yuuri Katsuki.  I’ll be Victor Nikiforov.  Former figure skating champions.  We’ll fall asleep to the sound of waves every night, and no one will ever find us.  What do you think?” 

Yuuri grinds his ass down where Victor is waiting for him.  “I think you should keep going.”

anonymous asked:

Were the original multiracial skinheads mixing jamaican culture by invitation, or was it just glorified cultural appropriation?

Great question!  

(above: skinheads in the UK, circa 1969)

In the late 1950s/early 1960s there was a wave of immigration from Jamaica to England to fill job vacancies there.  The Jamaican immigrants were solidly working-class and tended to settle in working-class neighbourhoods throughout England.

At the time, the English mod subculture was splitting along class lines.  Working-class kids could not keep up with the latest Italian suits and scooters and American R&B records (and amphetamines!) coveted by mods and soon splintered off into their own “hard mod” subculture, which emphasized more working-class style & values.  These hard mods began hanging out with the new kids from Jamaica, who had brought over elements of the Jamaican “rude boy” subculture.

Things took their course and skinhead emerged as a mixture of elements of both the hard mod & rude boy subcultures.  From hard mod came the cropped hair, Doc Martens, donkey jackets, etc.  From rude boy came the short trousers, pork pie hats, and (most importantly!) ska & reggae, etc.

So it was neither “by invitation” nor “cultural appropriation” but rather a natural mixing of the elements of style from two subcultures originating 2700 kms apart from each other that gave us what was possibly the first truly multicultural youth subculture.  

If you’re interested in knowing more about this, we’d recommend having a look at sections of this academic paper as well as Dick Hebdige’s Subculture: The Meaning Of Style.

the beginning of wolfstar

- so i have this headcanon that sirius and remus felt differently about each other than they did about james and peter right off the bat
- like remus didn’t always know he was bisexual, and sirius didn’t always know he was gay
- but sirius still would exuberantly go off on how this conquest was better than that one and how that conquest was so easy a baby could have done it, and he never bragged about it to remus bc he thought it was because he knew he would disapprove
- sirius and james were Those Jerks™ at school that people either hated or loved, and remus was always telling them off about it and peter was always rolling his eyes and sirius despised it when it happened bc he didn’t like disappointing moony
- (also, they were immature schoolboys in what, the 1970s? let’s be real, homophobia was rampant and ingrained in almost everyone, and being gay was something of a dirty little secret, something you should be ashamed of)
- (and i would not be surprised if james and peter and even sirius and remus were a little bit like that too)
- we all know that remus figured it out first, despite being a marauder he was more levelheaded than the others, and his realization that he might be gay came about sometime in fourth year when he ambled into the quidditch changing room after a match to wait for james and was met with a whole slew of attractive boys in various stages of undress
- remus can’t look james in the eye for a week after that
- and about two and a half weeks after the Changing Room Incident, as he’s taken to calling it in his head, he breaks up with his girlfriend of eight months saying he wanted to pay more attention to his OWLs
- and he is so ashamed of himself
- he spends hours in the shower, trying to scrub ‘it’ off him, and makes more of an effort than ever to see girls
- but he feels the same way about them as he does boys? and he’s so confused, bc if he felt the same way about both boys and girls, didn’t that mean he had to choose?
- he wants to choose girls really badly, doesn’t mind softness and curves and long, long hair, but he finds himself unsatisfied with it
- and sirius always notices remus, like he notices the way his freckles are scattered across his nose, his cheekbones, his shoulders, his arms; he notices the way his hair looks when the light shines on it; he sees that his trousers are too short and that he bites his lip when he studies and he knows that remus can’t bear the way his fringe falls into his eyes when he’s reading but can’t be bothered to cut it
- and he didn’t know any of that about james or peter, and he didn’t care
- his brother in arms was james potter, everyone knew that, but he never waited in the hospital wing all night when james was injured, he never took notes for james when he knew he was physically unable to, he never raided the kitchen looking for chocolate for james, never fell asleep on top of james ever
- but he did for remus
- always had
- and one day, after a particularly bad full moon, peter points out that sirius is always mopey when remus is mopey and that he never behaves like that with james or him
- sirius is hit with an Existential Crisis™
- and maybe one day sitting in the common room late at night pretending to do his homework but really staring across the table at moony’s hair falling into his eyes, sirius lets himself, so very hesitantly, wonder what it would be like to play with it
- and it continues from there, for a year and then another, and it’s when sirius returns from a summer with james that felt exceptionally hollow does he stop dead in his tracks when he sees remus
- and he catches his breath
- because he isn’t different at all, no, he’s just realized that the empty feeling inside him suddenly dissipated, and he really just wants to hug moony
- and remus has missed his friends, james and sirius and peter, but he’s missed studying with sirius (yes, sometimes they actually get work done), and having padfoot’s heavy weight across his feet during a bad night, and watching sirius wear his cardigans to bed during cold winter nights
- he privately thinks when he goes home that he’s got too many of them, now that most of the cardigans are actually in his closet and not sirius’
- that night, after the great hall, and the feast, and loudly celebrating the beginning of their last year together with the rest of the boys, remus slinks down to the common room, sits in front of the fire with a blanket and just closes his eyes
- a few minutes later, sirius quietly joins him, talking under his breath
- he talks under his breath a lot more often now, and used to do it when he was little too, except orion and walburga black didn’t think it was a pureblood trait and beat it out of him
- well, almost beat it out of him
- and he’s nearly drifted off to sleep when sirius says something and he snaps to attention almost comically, staring slack-jawed at him
- sirius’ entire face is red, and he’s blushing so hard remus thinks maybe he didn’t mean to say it out loud, or at least, loud enough for him to hear
- and the stammering apologies that begin almost instantaneously confirm his suspicion, and remus sees that he’s shrinking into himself again, the way he knows is sirius trying to minimize the verbal and physical abuse that will land on his shoulders
- he hasn’t seen his parents in over a year, but he’ll never break his habit of flinching every time someone is aggressive towards him, or when he thinks someone is about to be
- and remus is shaking his head immediately, telling him that’s it’s all right, it’s okay and as he moves forward, sirius’ back slams into the other end of the large sofa
- he stops for a second, and then crosses the sofa again, much slower this time, so he doesn’t scare him again, and kisses him
- lightly, he meant it to be reassuring, even though his heart was hammering so loud he was surprised it hadn’t beat out of his chest yet
- and he honestly thought it would when, almost six minutes later, sirius reached across the sofa and kissed him back