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timdoubleyou · 6 months

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i found jay’s black jacket (an ID guide)

This black jacket is worn by Jay about 9 times throughout Marble Hornets, including his final appearance. And after some weeks of on-and-off research, I think I know the exact make and model.

This post will detail exactly how I found it, and serve as a guide for anyone that wants to find the jacket, whether that's for cosplay purposes, or if you're just keen on collecting items related to MH.

Main post under the cut

Intro

The first step to identifying the jacket was to gather as many references as possible.

I went back to the web series and took screenshots from any entries the jacket makes an appearance. (shoutout to mg549′s very comprehensive MH wardrobe guide, without it this would’ve been much more of a pain)

Jay's jacket is, for the most part, very plain. It's a solid color, full-zip jacket, without any particularly eye-catching logos or other details. I had to look for moments where even the slightest distinction appeared clear on camera, at least as distinct as it can be. Even if it was just close-ups to get the shape of a zipper, or how many buttons are on a sleeve, it was the best I got. While I did manage to find a decent amount of these, there was just one crucial detail that would've made finding it near-impossible; the brand is never shown. Thankfully, I had another resource.

In 2018 Troy Sold a Lot of Stuff

In early 2018, Troy officially announced that MH would be continued in a comic series. To fund the first issue, he held a number of auctions for production items used during the web series on Ebay.

These included items such as Jay’s camera, Brian’s hoodie, A Masky mask, and Jay’s black jacket.

Lo and behold, the jacket listing includes a picture with the brand in clear view. It's from Gap.

Ebay does not archive sold listings older than 90 days. However, Worthpoint, a website for valuing and pricing collectibles, does. Using Worthpoint I was able to find all of these items, (and a lot more, which can be found in this doc I submitted to Archive Hornets)

Identification

With the picture from the listing and the series screencaps, I had a complete ID list.

(Top image is from the Ebay listing, with the contrast adjusted a little for easier viewing. The bottom two images are from Entry #79)

The Gap logo (This specific logo dates the jacket being made anywhere between 1986 and 2009, when it first appears).

Front Zipper (Note the shape)

The two front pockets

The two buttons and pointed cuffs on each sleeve (Second one is a little hard to see but it's jusstt peeping out at the side)

The blue piping in the inner lining

The zipper in the right side inner lining

The gray mesh inner lining

With these in mind, I could now go to the next and longest step-

Finding the Jacket

I combed three resell sites; Ebay, Depop, and Poshmark. My main goal wasn't to actually purchase the jacket, (although, I would like to at some point) but to find a jacket listing that had every identifier, and have a more definite baseline for finding others. I needed to be sure what I had was enough to properly ID the jacket. The references I had stitched together were decent enough, but I wanted to see if there was something better out there.

After tons of page scrolling and tab-switching and comparing and contrasting, I finally got lucky.

(first two images are from crashthecloset's listing on poshmark, last six are from shannfo-76 on ebay)

I haven't bought one myself as of posting, but I feel pretty confident this is it. The jackets were already sold, but every marker seemed to be accounted for. It also revealed new ones, like the reflective pattern and pockets on the inner lining, (zipper on the right side pocket, button on the left pocket) and the materials tag.

With that, here's some final notes that may be helpful if you try looking for the jacket yourself:

Online sellers often describe it as a light jacket, a windbreaker, a 2-in-1, or 3-in-1.

"Gap Mens Black Jacket" is the search phrase I used the most since it yielded a (very) broad result pool.

Most of the jackets I found came from Poshmark or Ebay.

The exact size of Jay’s jacket is unclear. My best guesses are either a US Men’s S or M, since Jay was pretty skinny and of average height. I’ve only been able to find maybe 2 jackets that are a size M, one of which is the first pic in the photoset above.

Gap has sold other black jackets that look remarkably similar to Jay’s, and they do pop up on resell sites. One of these was so similar, the only discernible difference was the style of the logo. I highly recommend making sure it matches the exact one Jay had before purchasing. (It's also more than fine to ask/msg me if you have any doubts!) As long as you know what to look for, you shouldn’t have a problem finding at least one.

One detail that confounded me was this sleeve poking out of Jay's jacket. At first I thought he was wearing a long sleeve underneath, making this shot a continuity error since he appeared to Only be wearing the green short sleeve under the jacket.

@hivemite pointed out that this might be a two-in-one jacket, which has multiple layers for different types of weather. While I have not been able to see the sleeve outside of two shots in entry #79 and #80, one listing I found did describe it as a 3-in-1.

that's about it! hope this helps :)

#marble hornets #jay merrick #ref #over and out #long post #happy entry 80 day. heres some extra tidbits just for the tags #at least two listings called this y2k which is really funny.#it is also strangely difficult to find these in sizes smaller than large #another thing kinda related. worthpoint is a shitty site unfortunately #as you can see with the jacket description. in which it apparently ‘‘works and comes with a charging cable’’#<- i mean that Couldve been an error on the original ebay listing #however that is. impossible to verify now unless someone somewhere had a screenshot #but each mh item from this particular auction there had consistently bad errors that inclines me to say that wasnt the case #ok this went too long for a few extra tidbits but can you tell i lost my mind

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whatdudtheysay · 1 year

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Maid cafe's ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ (PT.3)

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Toji fushiguro x F!Reader (Black female reader)

Context - Summers finally arriving and after a month and a bit, Toji finally gets to see you again....sadly, things don't really go as planned.

CW - masturbation, fingering, smut

Part 2 ←→ Part 4

This came out a bit early cus I was impatient ❤︎

"Please! Mr fushiguro - I just need more time and I'll get those documents to you! I was just busy with things-"

Toji just stared silently at the man at the end of the large table in the meeting room, completely bored to death and his begging for forgiveness wasn't as entertaining as it used to be.

"S' fine. Just get them to me before you go for your holiday and you can keep your job and your shitty dog."

The man was surprised, looking up from his closed fists with glossed eyes.

His coworkers - nanami, Geto and Gojo were all also surprised.

"Boss?" The man croaked, not wanting false hope to fully sink in yet.

"You heard me, didn't ya? Now get the fuck out of my sight before I change my mind." Was all Toji said before the man quickly got up from his chair, taking his briefcase with him before running out of the meeting room.

There was an awkward silence before Toji sighed deeply, flicking through a business proposal an aspiring investor brought in a few hours ago.

"well, is someone gonna explain what the fuck just happened?" Geto finally spoke, chuckling soon after.

Nanami shrugged.

"Don't ask me."

Gojo smirked, looking over at Toji.

"He's become a lot softer because of one person."

Toji shot Gojo a warning glare before facing the paper again.

"Toji met someone?" Geto asked almost teasingly. "Hard to believe."

"You should've seen his face the first time he-"

Toji suddenly got up, closing the file whilst all three of his coworkers stared at him in silence.

"m' going for a smoke."

He knew they'd continue their gossip after he left but at least he didn't have to be there to hear it.

Truth be told - he noticed it too. After those small hangouts with you, he managed to become so much softer in such a small amount of time. He'd let his workers off if they made mistakes he'd usually reprimand him for and he'd give more second chances. You'd fully gotten yourself into his mind without even knowing. And now he'd become a lot less strict and even looked approachable to more people.

Toji made his way into the break room, lounging on the couch tiredly. He didn't even feel like smoking at all. He just wanted to get out of there before he was bombarded with questions. Usually he'd try messaging you but with summer break arriving, you were swamped with work, school, projects and tests, meaning you had no time to talk to him.

And not wanting to annoy you, Toji kept his distance while that was in his mind. Besides...he'd get to see you during summer.

That's when Toji remembered.

You'd offered for him to come and he wanted to. But you'd also mention Gojo and possibly more of his friends. He almost had no choice. You were bringing your friends and it'd be awkward for him to come alone. So, reluctantly, toji made his way back to the meeting room, all three of the men still there.

"You guys doing anything this summer?"

⎯⎯ ☾ ⎯⎯

You let out a deep huff, finally locking your door, placing your bags of food down.

"You're back?" A male voice came from your living room.

"Yeah!"

You used the rest of your strength to carry them over to the kitchen counter, shrugging your zip up hoodie off before leaving it on the smooth surface too.

Your cousin - Jaydon came from the kitchen, a pack of pringles in hand.

"All this for me? You really are the sweetest," he said, voice slightly muffled from his mouth full with pringles, his hand roughly slapping your back.

"Ow-! Jeez, you slob. If my apartment is messy when I get back I swear-"

"Chill-" he rolled his eyes, looking through the bags of food before grabbing a large bottle of cola. He'd graciously offered to house sit for you whilst you were gone.

"Do not. Drink that from the bottle." You warned before taking your phone out of your pocket.

Your cousin just nodded absent mindedly before grabbing a cup and taking his snacks back into the living room. You went onto your friends group chat, Diane sending an updated picture of the list you all put together.

All you needed to get was sun cream.

You sent a text saying you could pick those up from the convenience store near your house, Diane and your other friend - Ada, thanking you.

You quickly walked into the living room, walking over to your mouse cage.

"Did you miss me butterscotch?" You cooed, taking the rodent out of its cage, the mouse squealing in response.

"That things disgusting." Jaydon commented, eyes still fixed on whatever action movie he'd put on.

"You're one to talk." You remarked before putting butterscotch back into his cage. "Make sure he's fed twice a day. I put a note on the times. And no giving him snacks."

You walked back out to the kitchen, grabbing your purse.

"I'll be right back," you called out to Jaydon. "Gonna pick up some more sun cream."

Jaydon just gave a loud 'mhm' and you left the house, deciding to leave your hoodie at home.

Once you got into the convenience store, it didn't take long before you found the sun cream in an aisle near the front, seeing as it was definitely in high demand.

You grabbed a few bottles, holding them to your chest before making a sharp 180, accidentally bumping into a person behind you, all the bottles falling to the floor.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine!" You quickly bent down along with the stranger who helped you grab your things.

You looked up, meeting eyes with him, slightly shocked.

He looked like Toji. A full carbon copy. The only difference was the eyes colour and his hair was more messy, as well as his young features.

"Woah." You whispered, making the teen look at you with obvious confusion.

He awkwardly smiled. "Sorry- I was a bit too close,"

"No, it was my fault. I turned a bit too quick." You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You don't see Toji for a while and now you're comparing strangers to him.

"Megumi? The fuck did you drop now?"

You and the boy looked over at the voice, your eyes widening when you saw Toji appear, his expression turning to a shocked one too.

"Was an accident.." the teenager mumbled before noticing both of your faces. "You two know each other?"

"Go look for what you want." Toji stated.

The boy you know knew as megumi just signed before walking off in the direction of the fridges.

"Toji.."

"y/n.."

You awkwardly smiled. He was surprised to see you after a while, noticing your hair had changed into black braids, blonde ones in contrast falling over your shoulders.

"It's been a while..."

Toji nodded, eyes moving to the bottles you had held against your chest.

"Sure you don't need a basket for those?"

You shook your head.

"I'll be fine.... I'm guessing that's your son you mentioned?" Looking over your shoulder at the teenager who stood in front of the fridges, staring hard at the variety of fizzy drinks.

Toji sighed deeply.

"Yup. My son, megumi. Did he bump into ya?"

"No- it was more my fault. I was in a hurry to get back to my apartment."

Toji almost forgot you lived so close around here.

"About the trip." You brought up, trying to fill the awkward silence. "We'll be going in a week....have you invited anyone of interest?"

Toji nodded.

"Some close... friends."

You smiled, relieved that he still wanted to come.

"Well, I'll see you there then?"

Toji nodded, watching as you walked over to the cashier, paying for the sun cream before leaving.

He wanted to talk to you more. No needed. But by the way you were quick to leave, he figured you had important things to do at your house.

Besides. He'd see you in a week...

⎯⎯ ☾⎯⎯

"Damn, it's hot." Gojo whined for the nth time.

"quit whining or I'll throw another cicada in your face." Geto warned.

That shut Gojo up.

They'd all checked into their hotel rooms a while ago and now they were on the beach, sitting outside near a beach bar, the sun already setting, the sky painted a pale purple and pink.

Toji had told you where you they were but you said there'd be a slight holdup since there was a 'swimsuit emergency'

He was about to suggest they go back to the hotel plaza but Geto suddenly straightened up.

"Who's that cute little thing?"

They all turned and saw you with your two other friends quickly walking over, one of them being Diana. Toji's jaw almost hitting the floor. You were dressed in a solid yellow ruffle trim bikini, white buttoned up shorts, matching white platform sandals and sunglasses on top of your head putting the outfit together.

"So sorry we're late!" You apologized, your friends doing the same after.

"Well, it was definitely worth it-" Geto hummed, eyeing you a bit too flirtatiously for toji's liking.

"We just need to check into our rooms and we'll meet you back down here." Diana quickly explained, dragging you and your friend along in the direction of the hotel plaza.

"If you told me that they were as good looking as that, I would've convinced nanami to come." Geto hummed.

Toji mentally rolled his eyes. "C'mon. Let's set up on the beach."

⎯⎯ ☾⎯⎯

An hour had passed and by now, you were all surrounding a fireplace on the beach, drinks in hand whilst you lounged in beach chairs.

To your surprise, your friends were able to adjust with the new company fairly easily but you guessed it was due to the beer soothing their nerves.

Whilst your two other friends conversed with Gojo and Geto, Toji's eyes never left you. He wanted to talk to you badly, but about what?

He watched you smile at whatever they were talking about, your sweet laugh flooding his ears.

Then he saw you staring at him, your smile disappearing before he heard you call out to him.

"Toji?"

He snapped back into it, noticing everyone was staring at him.

"Uhuh?" He asked, rubbing his temples.

"You okay?" You asked, your voice worried. "Gojo called you twice."

"He's probably still worked up over work and all, don't worry bout him." Gojo cleared, taking another chug of his beer.

"We were askin' if you were gonna head back with us."

He looked back down at his bottle before nodding.

Sheesh he was out of it.

You all packed up, putting the fire out before heading back up to the hotel.

Once you reached your room, you swiped your key card on the door before entering, flopping down onto the bed, your face buried against the soft pillows. Your mind wandered to Toji, your face heating at the memory of his green eyes watching you.

You contemplated just going to sleep but you were still too restless, eventually deciding to slip out of your clothes and run yourself a hot bath.

Once you got to your preferred temperature, you slipped inside, sighing as the heat massaged your muscles.

Before you knew it, your mind wandered back to Toji. You hadn't really thought of him in such a way at your first meeting. Not until he'd...showed interest.

You'd be lying if he wasn't an attractive man. He was tall and had an amazingly built body, not to mention his deep voice that managed to make your skin tingle. Your breath hitched once you felt your hand brush against your clit, face flushing instantly.

Before you could second think it, your hand traveled there again, rubbing your sensitive bud as your thoughts of Toji turned more lewd, your other hand travelling beneath the water to slide into your entrance.

You felt your mind fog over, the heat making you feel dizzier than the beer had as you continued stimulating yourself. Because of all the schoolwork you had to complete before the break, you didn't really have time to....focus on your needs. You quickened your pace, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you let out airy gasps, eyes squeezing shut as you continued to pleasure yourself, shamelessly picturing toji in your mind.

He was big at first glance which was obvious, and you began to think about the ways he could manhandle you, forcing you into whatever position he pleased.

You let out strained whispers of curses, feeling your orgasm build at sudden speed. It wasn't long before you came around your fingers, your back arching as your toe curled, your thighs clamping shut.

You took a moment to yourself, slowly regaining your strength before getting out of the tub, deciding to take a shower instead since you ruined the water in the bath.

After you quickly cleaned yourself up, you wrapped a bath robe around yourself, turning off the lights and then falling back onto your bed, this time feeling a lot more relaxed.

You were just about to finally doze off before a few knocks at your door broke you from your awaiting sleep.

You sighed, sitting up and checking the time.

23:45

You slipped on your slippers before shuffling over to the door, opening the door slightly and peeking out.

"Oh...Hey.."

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

#jjk fushiguro #daddy toji #smut #toji x black y/n #toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #jjk smut

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unproduciblesmackdown · 4 months

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for the first time in ages an ebay search for Alex Kralie's Discontinued Striped Blue American Eagle Outfitters Hoodie turned up a result! a preworn XS one (with photos of a ruler across its height & width to reference against a garment of your own) with a small hole beside the top of the zipper (shown in photos also. mend Or just decide is alex kraliecore as is) & ships out of texas, $12.99 or best offer

#marble hornets #if i'm ever on the other side of a life transition period here i presume i'll be getting rid of a kralie hoodie eventually too #it's very practical in a like fairly heavy & insulating way. which also makes it a bit bulky to stash somewhere lol #a medium size with fraying fitted cuffs....after originally snatching up an XL off ebay for like idek how much more money #which i then also shipped off to another MH fan like ok i bought the more fitted cheaper one & no need to hang on to this one....sagas

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that-fruitier-emo · 2 months

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|| TFE/Vic's OC Master Post || Part 1 || Characters ||

Edwyn Percius Vanhaggen

[Green eyes, he/him pronouns]

He does have top surgery scars

He prefers to wear videogame graphic tshirts, and hoodies (hoodies are either orange or magenta)

Whenever he wears button down or polo shirts he never buttons the top two buttons

He usually wears navy blue or black jeans that have tears in the kneecaps

His left wrist is covered in friendship bracelets

Wears crystal necklaces of multiple colors

Black converse style shoes with stage blood spatters on the tips

His sleep wear is a "My chemical romance" t-shirt and boxers

He dyes his hair brown to match Archer and Julie halfway though book 2

Absolutely fucking skinny

Changes his last name to Broadren after his 18th birthday

Cedric Gordon Vanhaggen

[Blue eyes, he/they pronouns]

Usually wears darker colored band tees

Navy blue zip-up hoodies

Likes wearing chokers of all kinds

Interchanges between back fingerless gloves and black and white striped fingerless gloves

Nail polish is either jet black, or deep red

Always wears either navy blue ripped jeans, or dark grey sweat pants

Black high top shoes with pen doodles on the tip and sides

His sleep wear is just his street clothes

Multiple ear piercings

Archer Alexander Broadren

[Brown eyes, he/him pronouns]

He usually enjoys wearing more natural/neutral colors (greys, greens, dull blues, yellows, browns and blacks)

His style normally looks like the other picture above

Always wears a grey tank top underneath his t-shirts

Will layer t-shirts over long sleeve shirts

Likes to wear jeans without holes

Knee socks, usually cartoon themed

Wears sort of rusty looking necklaces

Wears a lot of beaded bracelets

Brown converse

Darker freckles

Acne mostly just on his face

Way more phisicaly fit than Edwyn

Long legs

Sleep wear is a black tank top and basketball shorts

Julie (Juliette) Genevieve Broadren

[Brown eyes, she/her pronouns]

Most of her jewelry is fruit themed

Her makeup inspiration is mostly drag queens, but her daily makeup is much more tame

Likes to wear rings

Makes her own jewelry

Likes wearing baggier clothes for casual wear

Despite dressing mainly for comfort, she's never apposed to getting dolled up

Same darkish freckles as Archer, just with clearer skin with less noticable acne

A lot of her t-shirts are themed after boy bands, or male celebrities she likes

Lights blue zip-up hoodies

Detests flannels, she thinks they look unflattering on her

She usually wears light blue men's jeans because she believes in pockets

When she's not wearing full jeans, she's wearing shorter jean shorts with patterned leggings underneath

She wears black converse, and ankle socks

Occasionally she wears ankle bracelets, and a fake nose ring

Likes painting her nails more pastel colors

If she knows she's going to be taking a photo she puts a small amount of glitter on her face to make her cheeks sparkle

Likes to wear headbands on specific occasions

Every once in a while will wear a flower crown

@todds-diary @thatdumbgoth

#tfe rambles #noodles talks #oc content #{edwyn}#{cedric}#{archer}#{julie}#tfe writes #noodles writes

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facelessxchurch · 6 months

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Review/Rant: Official Merch Store

General Short Version

Remember how he said he would hire professional artists for the official merch store? Yeah, Landy lied bc of course he did. Pretty sure he designed this stuff himself. I mean, a too big amount of items are his doodles.

I didn't expect much, didn't even hope for merch for my favs, but I expected at least some new SP art instead of recycled art (some art is so old it's still from when the first trilogy was released) and well, text.

And no, Landy's shitty 5-second doodles of Skul and himself don't count as "art". Neither does the skull silhouette on some items. Couldn't even be arsed to add eye socks and nose smh :/

3 pages full of garbage merch. He really went for quantity over quality here.

And to add further insult to injury, the prices of the items he sells are heavily overpriced.

So yeah, this entire store is a sign of disrespect and balant insult to the fandom. I hope no one buys this.

Long Version

The Notebooks/-pads

Too much empty space. WAY too much empty space. You couldn't possibly have done this in a lazier way.

The sarcasm one is hardly even SP-related. Plus, he didn't even attempt to pretty the text up a little with typography. He didn't use the 'bold' font for "Caution" which would have been the bare minimum. This doesn't even count as trying.

I TRIED to make the two with characters on it a little better by reducing the empty space, but it's really hard to polish a turd. Especially if ya don't wanna put more than 5 min in lol

Totem Bags

This store has totem bags, but they are worse than the Kickstarter one. At least the Kickstarter one had text big enough that you could read it from afar. For the text on the new ones, you'll need a magnifying glass.

Clothing

Some of the text has the same problem as the totem bags: too small to read. The only time text should be that small is if it isn't meant to be read or when it's "if you can read this you're too close" T-Shirt. This applies especially to A6.

If you have B2 you don't need B1. What happened here? Did he have an item amount quota to reach?

A3, B3 and C3 are Landy's shitty 5 second doodles again. Unless they are used to signed the cloths they don't belong on the clothes. Pay for a custom design, you cheap ass scammer!

A4 and A5, the stripe with Skul should be thicker. If it's on a shirt you shouldn't need a magnifying glass to see it. Also, the blue stripe needs more contrast, the blue is eating the black outlines of Skul. The red stripe on the blue shirt... I just really don't like that blue tone and I hate that he doubled down on it. For the website too.

C1 should have had the sold letters bc you can't read it from further away with that effect on top.

C2 at last you can read this one. Not getting any creativity points from me tho. Once again it's just text and probably took him 5 seconds to design.

Now listen, here is what I want instead. I have this zip-up hoodie from Killstar. I love and essentially I want this but in SP.

Faceless One version: The symbol on the front is the Faceless Church symbol. The back is a picture with Mev in the middle and his generals around him and it's done in the style of those stained glass windows you see in Christian churches but black and white. I don't know what I want on the sleeves. Maybe bursts of flames, symbolizing Mev's fire attacks. Or perhaps just parts of the 'Gospel of the Faceless' scribbled along on the arms in English, Latin or even Irish??? Or one arm a snake to symbolize Nef and the other a lion to symbolize Baron as his right and left hand men?

China Sorrows Version: The symbol in the front should be a crest with a scorpion on it. The back image is a drawing of China in the Art nouveau style. The arms should be a roll of paper curling down each arm with various symbols drawn on them, artfully intervening with each other.

Hats

I wouldn't say that "We don't talk about vampires" is one of the more iconic quotes of the series, but besides that not even an attempt was made at typography. Or like, a little vampire head silhouette with an open mouth and exposed fangs. or even just fangs around the text or anything at all even.

It doesn't assault my eyes, but it's also incredibly boring.

To the people saying they wanted to buy Skul's head: just go to a hat store and buy a fedora. It's gonna be better quality than whatever Landy would smack on the store for a criminal price.

Everything with his face on it

No. How full of yourself do you have to be to try and sell merch with your face on it. The quotes are awful too

The quotes on the postcards are so awfully 2012 Tumblr "quirky" I'm-not-like-other-people ^w^ edgy bullshit vibes. Wasn't cute when it came from the emo kids back then and it coming from a +50 year old man trying to be relatable to the kids these days is just sad and cringe.

Also, I'm pretty sure by sending people that greeting card is how you end relationships including familiar relationships.

Baby's first InDesign Skull

It's what it says in the title. Should have just used the iconic Skul logo instead to make it look like SP and less like random shit you can find on Etsy after reaching page 100.

Really should have just used the old school icon. Thee is a reason it's so iconic: it's easy to recognize as Skul and not random skull/skeleton number 5643489. Plus, using the old one is about the same amount of effort as making the new one.

Honestly, it should have been custom art, but the iconic SP icon would be the lesser evil by a far.

On top of hat, black text is hard to read on a red background js.

Also, what kind of chaotic evil alinged bastard uses a metal pencil case???

Prints

Ngl I always thought the "Mortail Coil" cover was one of the best of the entire series. I also really love the OG "Dark Days" cover. OG book covers as prints? Easy win! Still fucking overpriced tho. Plus the OG covers also would have looked good on clothing, way better than the shit he ended up slapping on there.

As for the collage with all of the characters in it: I always thought it looked awful. The characters were just thrown in there without much thought or care. Also hate that he used the ugly ass SoW Nef instead of the way better-looking Book 1 cover Nef.

Rainbow Ruler

This isn't even Skulduggery-themed. I feel like HarperCollins told Landy he had to put something in the store for the gays but instead of making something like a cute lil Valkyrie/Militsa pin he just smacked this into the store.

The Skulduggery Apron

The only thing that makes it SP-themed is that they smacked a sign saying "Cooking with Skulduggery" on it. Otherwise, it looks like every other skeleton apron you can get around Halloween.

Coaster

So empty and boring again. It looked way better with the moth eventho it was a "Silent of the Lambs" movie poster rip-off. Still don't know why a skull is the official Sanctuary logo. Seems kinda weird for the good guys. On a meta level: I guess literally EVERYTHING in universe has to revolve around Skulduggery.

Make the Sanctuary seal more interesting and then invert the values so the background if black and the lines are white and this could actually look decent.

Skulduggery Clock

This looks like a your-photo-here clock that you can order at every random print shop. Here are some examples from HP to show HOW a custom clock for the fans is meant to look like next to it. (Also look at this Thresh watch, it's so good I almost regret not wearing watches.)

Lunchbox and Waterbottle

Same thing as with the clock. Tho the water bottle also has too much white space.

Mouse-/Gamerpads

Recycled art again. The mousepads look weird with Val placed smack dead in the middle. Plz apply the rule of thirds and move her a little to the right.

Pillows and Bag

AGAIN WITH THOSE SHITTY DOODLES Someone tell Landy that if it takes about 5 seconds to draw it does NOT belong on merchendise!

Also, that floating "Bad Magic" Skul really doesn't work on it's own, Just... just use the damn Skul icon if you gotta be lazy.

Final Words

Overpriced lazy garbage that Landy definetely designed himself. No person with self-respect would even consider participating in this cash grab.

It's an insult to every fan, really.

How to fix this? Delete everything from the website, hire a professional artist, go for quality over quantity. A few items that sell really well are a million times better than a bunch of items that don't sell. If the shop goes well you can always expand.

Almost all of the store should have been custom art apart from a few exceptions where old promo art and book covers are used for tops and posters.

#skulduggery pleasant #sp merch #long post #well this was a waste of time #that I regret #I did not expect it to take this long #but there is just so much merch #and none of it good #rant #art rant

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panuccispizza · 9 months

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Hi, you said to send you an ask if anyone has more ideas for the neurodivergent aid post - Maybe weighted blankets sold by IKEA? IKEA is available in a lot of places, they have different weight options, the product is called ODONVIDE.

ohh!! this is a great idea, thank you!! hope you don't mind I expanded on this with more weighted items.

here's a link to the 13.2lb twin size, they also come in 17.6lbs and 22.1lbs, just going off the Google ads.

here's an alternative link to a cheaper option from target, these can also be in the store but im sure the price fluctuates. my app currently says this one is $30 but it's set to my store, it can be different based off location, availability, and eventually when the deal ends or begins again.

there are many Amazon listings for different weighted blankets, as well as options on Etsy.

( image description: a general weighted blanket guide chart comparing the users body weight to the blanket weight, for safe use for the individual, or couple. general rule is your blanket being 10% of your body weight. /end description )

if blankets are not the product for you, but you still want something weighted;

Amazon has weighted hoodies, I know I'd personally enjoy this a Lot more.

Etsy, Amazon, and maybe even a local grocery store near you has weighted and/or microwavable plushies. please check the product information before you put your plushie in the microwave.

I don't have a weighted heating pad myself, but when my cat lays on me I know in my heart it would've helped me so much with my PMDD when i was still menstruating.

i can't find a weighted version of my favorite fidget toy(the tangle, if anyone knows that one exists lmk!) but I recall Markiplier reviewing fidget toys and his #1 favorite was the ONO roller, and he said it was rather weighty. I don't actually watch Markiplier since gaming YouTube isn't my thing but I trust his opinion.

ok I'm running out of ideas here. hand weight to help your fine motor skills in your hand, if you have shakey hands. there are a lot of disabled people out here who I believe would benefit from something like this, especially if you're someone who does crafts with their hands such as crochet.

since I've already gotten one angry anon, I am not sponsored or making any sort of money off any of this.

#i cant find the weighted plushies on etsy i want to link #inbox #autism #anxiety #weighted blankets #weighted toys #disability awareness #disability advocacy #trauma #ptsd #cptsd

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artcbyviet · 10 months

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Horse Painting Framed

Horse painting framed pieces showcase the elegance and beauty of these magnificent creatures in an artistic form. These framed artworks capture the spirit of horses in various settings, from wild meadows to tranquil stables. The combination of skilled brushstrokes, vivid colors, and carefully selected frames enhances the appeal of these artworks, making them a timeless addition to any art collection. Horse painting framed pieces serve as a reminder of the enduring bond between humans and these majestic animals, making them a perfect choice for equestrian enthusiasts and art lovers alike.

#horse painting framed #animated wall art poster #waterfalls wall art poster #women's pullover #men's full zip hoodie

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thelaundrybitch · 10 months

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Dusty Lore

**TW** Death, murder, and abduction are mentioned in the Notes portion.

Name: Dustin Ivy Petiole

Nicknames: Dusty, Ives

Age: 28

Birthday: June 6, 1995

Siblings: Dahlia Petiole

Parents: Viola (Willoughby) and Oliver Petiole

Grandparents: Petal and Stanley Petiole

Cousins: Evelyn "Liv" Benissimo, Ashley Bligh

Species: Human

Ht: 5’7”

Wt: 150 lbs

Pronouns: She/her

Preferences: Love is Love

Tattoos/piercings: a couple of cartilage piercings and 2 in each lobe.

Tattoo of violets on her left foot and olive branches on her inner right wrist.

Position: Private Investigator

Weapons: can throw a punch. Or kick your ass (thanks Drese). Knows how to level an attacker thanks to Petal teaching her where all the pressure points in the body are.

Build/Physical descript: muscular but still soft and feminine. Kickboxer. Also a dancer.

Dark auburn red hair, that comes to mid-back.

Violet eyes - like her mother's.

Lithe body of a dancer with the hidden strength of a kickboxer.

Can usually be found wearing a nice pair of jeans with a pair of sneakers, and a cute top.

Loves zip-up hoodies.

Likes a nice manicure.

Has a habit of putting her hair up in 2 buns on top of her head - she's done it since she was little. She loved Birdie's ears and wanted cat ears for herself, so her grandmother used to help her put her hair up in two buns.

Occasionally wears glasses if the contacts are bothering her eyes.

Used to wear colored contacts because people would tease and question her purple eye color.

Notes:

Petal and Dusty were raised by their wealthy grandparents after their parents died.

To this day they still believe there was foul play but the cops were never able to prove it

This is why Dusty became a PI

She's still on the hunt for her parents' murderers (yes they were murdered but more on that later)

Dusty was young.

About 4 years old. And Grandma had been a college professor previously. But when the Petiole's obtained custody of their grandchildren, she stopped teaching and stayed home.

About a year later Grandma Petal (Petal's middle name comes from her grandma), got a call from her long-time friend - Grandma Bougainvillea, who explained the situation with Birdie.

Grandma Petal told Grandma Bougainvillea that it would be an honor to tutor Birdie, so long as she could tutor Dusty right alongside her.

The Bougainvillea's agreed, and Grandma Petal became the full-time teacher in the Bougainvillea household.

She's sassy, witty, and a certified genius. Got into Julliard on a full scholarship. This was where she met Drese, and the two became super close. The girls worked together at the local bar-restaurant. Drese was the reason Dusty took up kickboxing. The girls were cornered by a group of uncouth men - this was one of Drese's *moments*. She killed the group of men trying to abduct them in order to save her and Dusty.

After that she made Dusty choose a form of fighting, so she wouldn't have to worry about her walking home at night when Drese wasn't working the same shift. (It was rare, but it did happen).

She currently lives in the city and shares an apartment with Petal, much to Petal's chagrin. Dusty is insistent on staying with Petal since <the abduction incident> and won't be leaving her side anytime soon. She protects her older sister at all costs.

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#thelaundrybitch #thelaundrybitch oc #thelaundrybitch au #my oc #oc dusty #oc dustin ivy #the petioles #death mention tw #murder mention tw #abduction mention tw

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dillusionalmind · 1 year

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#custom sports hoodies #custom hoodies for men #custom full zip up hoodies #custom zip up hoodies #custom fleece hoodie #custom nurse hoodies #dillusionalminds

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immortaltale · 7 months

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when will my lover (LFC Nike Mens 23/24 Full Zip Sportswear Hoodie Purple) return from the war (being out of stock)

#théo talking

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thewarriorspecial · 10 months

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Greenhill High (CH6 - The Weekend Part 2)

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

Read on AO3

Rating: Teen | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Wally West, Katma Tui

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A little something special for @hobicat!

Our ensemble finally rounds up to arrive at the café. The drama builds!

Kyle peels off another shirt and tosses it onto the growing pile on his bed. He’d already lost the fight against wrinkles when he decided folding clothes is for people who don’t enjoy 75 hour JRPGs.

He sighs in frustration and flings himself on top of the pile, landing with a little bounce. He pulls his phone out and starts scrolling down the fifth page of search results for “What+to+wear+coffee+date+men”. He frowns at the dozens of well-put-together men in their 30s who look more like CEOs or Target models than just guys going out to the movies. At a coffee place. Or something.

Kyle deeply envies their perfectly coiffed hair but he feels only disgust for those ugly ass shoes.

He sighs again as he chucks his phone into the overflowing laundry basket. He rubs his face as he tries to imagine what Guy’s type might be and if he even wants to try and fit into some kind of box in the first place.

Guy seemed to like everyone, even Jordan to some extent. He was smart, thoughtful, kind, and funny. Not to mention charming and disarmingly handsome. He was the whole package.

Kyle was just…Kyle. Just another brown-eyed white guy. Unless he got a lot of sun. Then, people just started walking up to him and speaking Spanish or Arabic. He’d like to help or answer a question or just talk to them at all but he only understood English and what little Irish he had left.

And then he missed his mom.

Kyle threw an arm over his face as all the women he’d ever cared for suddenly died all over again in his mind.

“Mothaim uaim thu, “ he whispered to all of them at once.

He could not, would not do this anymore. He had to find a way to move on. None of them would want him to lay about and mope like this.

Kyle stood up and made his decision. Black on black. Can’t go wrong with that. Black jeans, black shirt, black shoes, black hoodie. Done. Good enough for Johnny Cash, good enough for Kyle Rayner.

Kyle strode to the bathroom mirror and prepared to square up with his arch nemesis.

His hair.

——

Guy double checked the letter and number code on the tags on the clothes he had picked out. He thanked his lucky stars for the day he and Carol got together to prank Hal because without her little system, he’d still be grabbing whatever clothes and leaving the house looking like a fuckin’ Keebler Elf.

Carol had explained to him very kindly that 1) orange shirts and orange hair Do Not Mix and 2) men his age should not own anything leopard print.

She took the pants but she ain’t takin’ the couch, no way.

The casual outfit he’d picked out not only matched, but had tons of pockets for all of his spy gear. For tonight, Guy was out to play To Catch A Killer The Home Game.

He dug through all of his junk drawers for the best spy equipment he could put together on the fly—a little tape recorder, flashlight, clear tape, zip ties, pens, a little notepad, bear mace, binoculars, and a selfie stick for taking pictures around corners.

He wanted desperately to be wrong but there was just too much evidence. ——

Hal rested his book on his chest and checked his phone again. His fingers walked to familiar pattern to the last several years of saved text messages from Carol. He scrolled over the last few, thought about typing something, and then put his phone face down on his belly again.

He rocked gently in the hammock, pushing off with one long leg stretched over the edge and the his toes touching the ground. It had been a long time since he had spoken to Carol every day. He’d like to get back to that.

If that was even possible.

More and more it seemed like the people most important to him were the furthest away.

He sat up from the stretched, swaying fabric with practiced ease. He decided to take a walk while he decided if he wanted to ask Carol to come hang out with everyone. Maybe by the time he was back someone else would have asked her and she’d just happen to be there and it might be less awkward.

Or maybe he’d just see if his feet remembered the way to her old house.

——

Carol sat hunched over the dining room table. The space had slowly become her office as her stacks of student work and classroom planning had taken over the table.

She wished she could say she had truly boomeranged home like her friends with marriages and children and better jobs but she had merely retuned home from college when the housing crisis started and never made her way out.

She had grown exhausted with managing a grocery store chain and decided to get her teaching certificate online. The pay wasn’t much but she had the summers off to travel. With how little her workaholic parents were home it felt like she had the house to herself.

It was a good balance, she told herself. Teaching was as good a use of her MBA as any of the other soul crushing options and she didn’t feel like she had to apologize as much for not having children when her day job was making sure other people’s kids were ready for the real world.

The screen door rattles, making her jump and nearly fall out of her chair before she registers the sound as a knock. She puts her reading glasses on her head and crosses the house to answer the door.

She recognizes Hal’s silhouette before she sees his face. He doesn’t see her right away. His eyes are turned to the sky as always, his trademark dreamy look on his face. She should be irritated. She should want to tell him to take whatever trouble he has in mind somewhere else.

She sees the “wild daisies” in his one hand and his skateboard hanging from the other. She can’t help but smile. He still comes to her house by way of the old service road and picks chamomile to bring to her. He still ties it in a little bunch with an errant stem.

“Hi Hal,” she says as she lets herself out onto the porch to greet him. She meant to sound curt and busy but something about the way Hal smells after he’s been in the sun and his shirt is warm and a little damp slows her stride and softens her voice.

“Carol!” Hal says, turning his gaze from the vast blue sky to Carol’s deep, blue eyes. “Hi!” He thrusts the little bunch of flowers at her, his motions as rigid and excited as the first time. He’d had a skateboard with him then as well and her father had chased him off of the porch.

“You, uh, doing anything tonight?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes and back up to her eyes again. A hopeful smile tries to break across his face.

“I don’t know, Hal,” she says, fiddling with the tied-together flower stems, “I do have a lot of paperwork to get through before Monday.

“Oh, yeah, okay.” Hal says, dropping his eyes again and grabbing his wrist behind his back.

“Well,” Carol pauses, “What did you have in mind?”

“Just, you know, movie night. Radu’s. Nothing fancy. Couple hours.”

Carol smiles to herself. Breaks do improve productivity, as she always told her Management students. “I could squeeze a movie in.”

Hal smiles, bright as the autumn sun, “Okay. Cool. Awesome.” He steps off of the porch and looks back at her one more time, waving, “See you there!” He drops the skateboard, hopping on and pushing off all in one fluid motion. The sound of the wheels scraping the concrete echoes between the houses.

——

John was tugging his favorite shirt over his head—just a normal sky blue golf shirt but instead of a brand logo over the heart, this one sported a funky, dark blue cat with flowers instead of spots. Nothing like a custom band shirt to start a conversation.

He couldn’t help but smile as he headed to the kitchen to grab the charcuterie tray he’d lovingly prepared for his awaiting wife. He headed to the ensuite where the tub jets were rumbling and his beautiful beloved was using the remote to turn on her favorite cooking show.

“You look so cute in your new shirt!” Katma said from her cozy seat in the corner of the tub.

“You look so lovely in nothing but warm water,” John said, low and sweet.

“You sure you want to leave?” Katma batted her eyelashes playfully.

“You sure you don’t want to come along?”

“Naaah,” Katma reached for the snacks and leaned back in the tub.

“You enjoy your night to yourself and I’ll be home soon.”

Katma blew a few kisses which John pretended to catch and put in his pocket. She wiggled her fingers over the overwhelming variety of cheese and fruit on the tray. He really did spoil her.

——

Dinah set her purse and keys down on the marble counter a little harder than she meant to. After the elevator inspection, the board meeting, the zoom call that could’ve been an email, the power going out at the grocery store, and then the completely unnecessary speeding ticket for eleven over—she was exhausted.

She put her quart of skim milk and small container of blueberries in the refrigerator, wishing she had put that errand off for one more day. When she turned to close the refrigerator door she saw the sink still full of dirty dishes despite the empty dishwasher and sighed.

Before she could roll up her sleeves, she heard something plap plap plapping its way across the kitchen floor. There, at the open sliding door with the air conditioning running, stood Ollie in his swim trunks and flippers. A bright pink, blow-up flamingo was wrapped around his waist. He held another flamingo floaty in his one hand and sinking rings in the other. Water dripped off of him and all over the floor.

“You’re home!” He shouted, warm and excited. “You’re just in time! I put the slide up and I got us matching duckies! You want a beer?”

All of the stress that had pulled Dinah’s shoulders into her ears was fading away. Oliver’s smile was contagious. The hell with the dishes. She could catch up with everyone at the next movie night.

“Yeah,” she smiled, “Beer me, baby.”

“Alright!” Ollie give a little fist pump with his full hands and waddled towards the pool.

——

Wally watched his microwave macaroni and cheese spin slowly at the center of his drooping reflection. Thirty more seconds and delicious cheese like product would be heading into his growling belly. He deserved a little treat for the absolute last firewall teardown he’d ever do for the rest of his days.

The smell had been unbelievable.

The microwave dinged and he thought to himself, “Nice, what level?” He’d have to remember that joke for Gar and Vic next time he was at the Tower.

Wally careful gripped the bubbling hot tray by the corners and turned towards the toolbox that often served as a makeshift dinner table these days. Then he saw it.

The trunk was open.

As the cheese and pasta concoction slowly spun towards the ground in gravity's embrace, Wally’s feet were already at the closed bedroom door.

“LindaLindaLinda!!” He nearly shouted as he rapidly knocked.

“Son of a fuck!” Linda’s voice carried through the door, “Come in!”

“Hey—“

“Shit! You absolute cock-wad!” Linda shouted, standing in front of the TV wearing a crop top, panties, and a furious frown.

“What?”

“Not you. This dick-smear. Yeah, you! A dick smear. Exactly what it sounds like.”

“Who—“

“Not you!” Linda turned and shouted at Wally. “Yeah, you!” Linda shouted as she turned back to the TV. All the while she hadn’t stopped furiously pressing buttons on the Xbox controller in her hands. Then Wally realized she had her headset on.

“You uh,” Wally glanced back towards the man-door that led from the kitchen and into the garage, “you busy right now? Cuz we should go out.”

“Augh! We wiped! Your mother should’ve wiped you off of her chin. Damnit,” Linda growled as she took the headset off and threw it on the bed. “Sorry, honey. What were you saying?”

“You hungry?”

“Starvin’. Why?”

“We should—we were going out. Yeah,” Wally suddenly remembered Hal bugging him about movie night, “Remember? We had plans? Radu’s.”

Linda’s eyes narrowed, her journalist instincts picking up on Wally’s little fib, “Are you gaslighting me right now?”

Wally glanced nervously at the garage door again. “N-no,” he lied.

Ah, Linda thought, he fucked something up in the garage. Well, as long as I act like I don’t know what it is, I don’t have to deal with it.

Linda crossed her arms and nodded knowingly. Wally shifted his weight as he bounced on the balls of his feet.

“Wallace,” Linda said indulgently as she put her hands on her hips, “Are you taking me on a special surprise date?”

“Yes,” Wally answered quickly, knowing it shouldn’t be this easy but really needing to get the hell out of the house.

“You’re so cute. Let me get some pants on and we’ll go.”

Wally thought about thanking God for a second but considering this was a DEFCONstantine level problem it was definitely too soon, or worse too late for that kind of intervention.

“Cool beans,” Wally said as he disappeared in a rush of air and reappeared a few seconds later, showered and in clean clothes.

——

Alan flipped the lock and pulled the door gently shut. He headed down his front steps and folded his coat over his arm. Hal had given him the impression that just faculty would be attending but he wondered if anyone would be bringing a date this time. Not that he was lonely or anything—he preferred to be alone. It was just—people. Extra people. He liked to be prepared, he thought as he nodded and stroked his practical coat.

It was nice to have something and not need it or be able to offer it if someone else needed it. He wasn’t a total jerk, despite what people said.

Still, it was nice to have planned-on company. Someone to facilitate the social landmines of where to sit and what to say. Someone to offer to get another drink for to duck an uncomfortable topic. Or just to be nice. Sometimes.

Alan slowly spun his two keys around the single ring in his hand, enjoying the way they felt as the keyholes ground around their circular path. Should’ve asked Hal, he thought briefly before shaking his head to dismiss the notion.

No, no. Hal was much too young. And a coworker. It would be inappropriate. Frowned upon, which was fine it’s just that frowned upon so often led to talked about and that’s where the trouble starts. Best to just let him be.

Alan thought briefly of John and Katma, of their happiness and how it was celebrated. And how it was different.

Hm.

Alan busied himself in his thoughts during the brief walk from his place to the coffee shop until a vehicle’s lights cut through his daydream. The distinctive headlights of a sleek, black Jaguar XJ6 crested the sloped road ahead.

That’s Carol’s car. So, Hal did manage to move on. And lure Carol out of her cave for once. Good show, Alan thought with a grin. Tonight would prove to be worth the walk.

——

John arrived a few minutes early. He had headed inside to claim a table by dropping a few menus on the tabletop and hanging his blazer over a chair. He stood outside the door to enjoy the evening breeze while he waited for his friends.

The rumble of Hal’s skateboard wheels announced his arrival from the end of the block. He rode out the last of his momentum and then popped the skateboard up and into his arms with practice ease.

“Hey man, glad you came out,” Hal said, giving John a classic, one-arm hug which John happily returned.

“Happy to be here.”

“Oh my gawd,” came Guy’s enormous voice, “Hello fellow kids!” He followed with his barking laugh.

“Wow,” Hal drawled as he grinned, “A meme and a selfie stick, you insufferable millennial.”

“Okay, boomer,” Guy laughed.

Ah, venomous sass, John thought, the bisexual love language.

“What are you doing with that thing, anyways? You’re gonna scare Alan away,” said Hal.

“Alan came out? The whole way out of his house?” John asked.

“The whole way. Didn’t even have to pay him.”

John grinned mischievously.

“Nope not that either. Just asked nicely.”

John’s look turned suspicious.

“Okay, I bribed him with food,” Hal admitted.

“Shit, that’d work on me too,” Guy laughed.

“Me three,” John added as a sleek 80s sports car pulled up to the curb to park. “My, my,�� John added as he aimed a knowing smirk at Hal, “You buying her food too, or…?”

Hal might’ve blushed a little at that.

Carol gracefully swung her legs out of the car, looking elegant as ever in one of her everyday skirt-suits. “Hey boys,” she greeted them playfully with a wave of her fingers as she rounded the car and stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Glad to see you finally come out with the faculty, Ms. Ferris.” John kept his greeting friendly, but just a little distant. It just felt a bit odd to him; the lovely and flirtatious Business teacher finally coming out the night Katma wanted to stay home.

“No Katma tonight?’ Carol asked, seeming to come to the same conclusion at the same moment.

“Not tonight, I’m afraid.”

“Bummer! I was really hoping to have another True Blood fan to talk to!”

“Next time, I’ll make sure,” John promised. Carol turned her flirtation toward Hal after that, which calmed John’s nerves a bit.

Alan crossed the street and joined the group. “Evening,” he said with a subtle nod.

“Wow, a real live fossil,” said Guy.

“Ha,” Alan bristled.

“Aw be nice, now. If we’re good, when Alan takes over the world he’ll kill us quick, right Al?” Hal gave him a good natured smile. He didn’t want to clam him up by ribbing him too hard right out of the gate.

“That’s right,” Alan said, posture relaxing a bit.

A dark blue Camry pulled up to the curb behind Carol’s Jaguar. The driver managed to get both wheels up on the sidewalk and took two backups to get parked properly. Guy didn’t hear any of Hal’s jokes. All he could hear was his own pulse speeding up in his ears.

“Hey!” Kyle said with a sheepish wave as he scooted out of his car. No sense pretending no one saw that.

“You get your license out of a cereal box, kid?” Hal cackled.

“Hur hur, did you get your skateboard at Tony Hawk’s retirement party?”

“Weak,” Hal smirked. He turned to Guy, waiting for him to jump in.

“Hey,” Guy smiled and waved. Kyle looked so good all in black. He had a real bad boy vibe about him. He was unfairly attractive.

So was Charlie Manson.

Allegedly.

Guy swallowed heavily, “So uh,” he nodded his head towards the door, “Yeah?”

“Indeed,” Alan smirked as he glanced between Guy and Kyle. He strode into the café first, not waiting for anyone to follow.

#*myfic #guykyle #highschool au

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