#greylist

[aftlivs]

request information

Please refer to here when going to request

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 ✦; stamps ,user boxes , blinkes ,Stim boards, mood boards, Sprite edits/headcannons ,icons

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 ✦; anything for people on the dni , replycons(i need practice), npts

Note:if I post a request and it’s not something I don’t list,It’s something for a friend usually. (For example: pixels)

REQUEST FORM ✦

What type of thing you wish to be made(ex;a rentry graphic)

the characters full name and the media they originate from

When requesting userbox attach image you want used on it as well as the words you want for it

Please use etiquette and don’t demand a request or re request if yours hasn’t been done yet -it will result in your request being turned down!

Please request one type of edit at a time(unless it’s like blinkies and stamps)! editing takes a little while and it gets overwhelming to see a full list of requests in one ask! -additionally we may take breaks from editing due to needing mental breaks,we may not get your request done for as soon as you’d probably like

I shouldn’t have to say this but come with a aesthetic in mind or prepare to get my creative liberties,and if you don’t like what I made you, not my problem lmao

As a side note , when we work with photopea(for graphics and etc) things will not be faded on the edges as photopea just doesn’t do that

 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 ✦; sonic , sanrio , chainsaw man , death note , my hero academia , saiki k , bungo stray dogs , jujutsu kaisen , blue exorcist, enstars , danganronpa , project sekai , idv , persona , deltarune, undertale , Scott pilgrim , honkai star rail , omori , sally face , soul eater , panty and stalking (no nsfw themed requests for it.) , pokemon , needy streamer overload , animal crossing ,dislyte ,tbhk , twst

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲✦; homestuck , hiveswap , vast error , genshin impact , welcome home , murder drones , tdac , one piece , Yttd, RE;99, fnaf

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 ✦; Yarichan bitch club , Alfreds playhouse, boyfriends to death , D/Q smp + any of their friends, south park , youtubers , cult of the lamb ,yandare sim, the coffin of andy and Leyley , hetalia , sparkle(hsr) , hajitowa (udg),all for one (mha), vivziepop shows,,Makima(Csm),Minor x adult pairings,roblox

Medias in the picky section I tolerate but have a bias to some characters more then others or I know the media but not well (one piece ,RE;99 is the media that fits in the ladder)

Any media not listed on any list is open to inquiries about

[star-stimz]

GREYLIST

repeat requests - you're free to ask for different skins of a character, or different stims, but if somebody has already asked "can I have a stimboard for [A]" don't ask again without adding anything else.

faux blood / gore - we have some alters uncomfortable with this stuff, and those who are fine with it don't front as often as those who aren't.

certain ships - again, an alter thing. an example of this is 1x1x1x1/shedletsky in forsaken; our 1x is frequently near front if it isn't fronting and it really hurts it to see. there are some ships nobody here is comfortable with, and so we will add it to the blacklist when we get it.

this list may update over time, I will say on the intro post when I have!

[partyworldwriting]

🍰 Whitelist & Blacklist 🍰

Whitelist:

NSFW-Leaning Media (Crush Crush, Blush Blush, NU: Carnival, Huniepop)

FNAF (animatronics only, no kid-based ones)

Danganronpa (THH & SDR2 only)

Pokemon (can do furry/anthro Pokemon, no baby Pokemon (duh))

MLP

Undertale & Deltarune

TADC

Obey Me!

Tokyo Debunkers

Food Fantasy

Tale of Food

Ships (oc x canon, canon x canon, reader x character)

Kinks I'm good at writing at: hypnosis, bsdm, cnc, bondage, orgasm control (more tba as things go along!)

More tba Neutral:

Fandoms I don't know, as I can write fandoms I know better than those I don't

Obsession-based writing, just don't call it "yandere"

OC based stuff Blacklist:

ANY MINOR CHARACTER FROM ANY MEDIA

Live-action shows, real people, actors, etc.

Anything proship, lolicon, or noncon (rape, incest, minor x adult). If you support this stuff, GTFO

Fart kinks, smell kinks, shit & piss kinks, feet kinks, armpit kinks, ageplay (more kinks tba)

Dividers here!

[effiyatechnologies]

FATF Update | Grey list

In the latest FATF update, UAE, #Uganda, #Gibraltar, and Barbados have been removed from the grey list, but #Nigeria and #Kenya have been added, bringing the total to 21 countries under increased monitoring. Increased monitoring implies that countries are committed to promptly addressing strategic deficiencies. Stay informed with FATF updates by following Effiya.

[preponias]

Financial Action Task Force (FATF)

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Sandbox anon! Hi again! Totally forgot to also ask how kits will be working. Will kit players be kept a secret from the parents till birth, or will all chosen players be put in a secret group chat and collab with designs and names? Will he have to worry about kit death of any sort? As a heads up, since the topic is sensitive to a lot of people including myself :D

Tysm again! Cant wait to meet the adopts 💜

Hello again!!

So for kits, there will be two different options as usually what I've seen in the past, players are split about 50/50 in regards to this.

Parents of an upcoming kit litter have two options:

The first being simply creating the kits entirely with designs and simple personalities to work off of for the future of the character and putting them up for adoption for server members. They are free to choose how many people can reach out with interest and choose who they feel will be best for the kit as a character growing up within the Clans.

The second option is the players of the parents have the option to forgo the above adoption option and instead, when a kit litter is announced, players interested can opt in for a random selection generator and kits will be given out that way to keep things a surprise on who may get one!

The other option with kits is the parents have the full integrity to decide how the kits will look between them. However if they choose, some of staff (me mostly likely, I'm a genetics freak) can look at the parent characters and create designs based on the parents perceived genetics. Again, something that is totally optional!

As for kit death, it's incredibly unlikely as it is a very sensitive topic. If it does come up for some reason it will be required to be posted with the proper TWs and spoilered, as per the greylist rule requiring such in regards to sensitive topics. So there will not be any mentions of it directly in your face that you'll have to worry about when getting on the server any particular day! And again, that's if it comes up as it is a topic I'm sure many will want to skirt around.

And thank you 🫶!! I can't wait to start sharing them, I'm hoping everyone enjoys them! I'm aiming to start sharing them late next week, I'll likely pick a day for each set and release them that way.

Hopefully this answered your questions well! If you have any others don't be afraid to reach out! ^_^

[hbikis]

removing madoka magica from the blacklist, you may request from that media but i will be picky about how many i do

[lovesick-level-up]

question!! are you comfortable with editing rarepair ships?

generally, yes!! we like editing rarepairs, they can be fun.

[lapsereversal]

other — grey/blacklist, more

generally, i accept almost any character from the show / manga. however, i do have my limits! (despite being limitless..haha)

GREYLIST (aka selective characters)

Mahito. I do not support his actions, but I don’t mind him. Still selective because I go back and forth.

BLACKLIST (aka characters i will not do)

Mei Mei. Pretty self explanatory in my opinion..she also just makes me very uncomfortable.

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OTHER STUFF

tagging. please tell me if you want me to put ‘no kin/id/me’ tags on a post, as i won’t do it unless it’s for an alter (system), or if it’s a self indulgent thing.

feel free to just chat with me!! i get bored easily and i love to talk to people about things

i am VERY forgetful and overwhelmed easily, so i apologize if i take a while to post things!

i mostly prefer editing the manga, but don’t be afraid to ask for the anime.

[xenonreality]

Yeah......nooooo... You know, children all that. Something. Algorithm. Look at me, something something.

Standard bad behavior with pointing fingers with talent that could be kicked and the view holes would make them head to some new persons like before for growth in the site. Standard whatever bs bla bla bla.

Unicorn zombie apocalypse.

[khxna]

Spencer Reid x tech analyst reader rec list🌷💿⌨️

No more misunderstandings by @reidmarieprentiss

Kiss kiss fall in love by @rumplereids

PDA by @januaryembrs

Rewritten plans by @reidmarieprentiss

🩷 by @moonstruckme

Research purposes by @rumplereids

Pair programming by @gold-onthe-inside (prequel to greylist)

Greylist by @gold-onthe-inside

Critical asset by @gold-onthe-inside

Asylum by @gold-onthe-inside

Unexpected surprise by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

My petite protégée by @somethingubercool

Divider by @thecutestgrotto

Pls let me know if there's an issue with the links

[gold-onthe-inside]

greylist

verb (transitive): to hold (someone) in suspicion, without actually excluding him or her from a particular activity

who? spencer reid (s6, post-JJ, pre-Doyle) x tech analyst!reader summary: when your celebratory drink with penelope is disrupted, you end up at a bar with the person you famously cannot get along with even if you were paid... until you do. based on: request by @brownbunnyb: I’m thinking something along lines of me being Penelope’s best friend and coworker and she sees how much me and Spencer bump heads and she sets me up on a blind date and the guy end up being Spencer (she does it on purpose) and we get a little too tipsy and he invites me over to his place and I stay the night and he confess his feelings bc he assumed I was sleeping word count: 3.4k a/n: r is an intelligence analyst for the counterintelligence division, and roommates with penelope, famous for not having any of the pleasance and charm that penelope does (the grumpy to her sunshine) and for not getting along with men, including spencer. i may have gotten carried away with it.

You don't get many off days in counterintelligence, but when you find a chain of coded messages about a military officer in Alaska trying to sell classified documents to the Russians, and manipulate him right into the hands of an undercover operative, you have to celebrate somehow. There aren't many easy wins in your line of work, not like Penelope who comes to your shared apartment with an arrest on her belt almost every week, and when you hear the front door close, Penelope walking in with her heels in hand, you have no doubt that she's on a high from a solved case.

"Hey, so I figured we'd leave in 15," you said, stepping out from the bathroom in a sleek black dress with a cut out by your hips, your walk stuttering at the sight of Kevin in the doorway behind Penelope, who was wincing. "And you forgot," you said, unsurprised, your hands falling from your ear where you had just fixed a gold hoop.

"I'm so sorry," Penelope cried, rushing towards you. "I swear, I swear I had it written somewhere that we were going out, but this reservation opened up at L'Auberge, and you know we've been on the waitlist for months--"

You held up your hand, stopping her. "Go," you said, with patience that seemed to be bottomless when it came to Penelope.

"I swear, I will make it up to you right now," Penelope said and you frowned instantly as she pulled out her phone.

"You don't have to--"

"Ba-bup, nothing out of you," Penelope interrupted, picking up the phone. "You're going to a bar. I don't wanna hear any excuses, you still owe me for Friday. You will be there by 7." She looked to you. "7?"

You shrugged helplessly, glancing at Kevin who just seemed amused by his girlfriend.

"Where are you going?" Penelope repeated the question, then looked at you.

"Crown and Crow," you said, knowing better than to get in Penelope's way, watching her as she repeated it to the phone, then snapped it shut, looking at you with a giddy smile.

"Okay, have fun, don't be mean, and have a cute cocktail on me," Penelope said, kissing your cheek, leaving a smear of lip gloss. "You deserve the win," she said, then promptly disappeared off to the bathroom to change for her own date.

You looked at Kevin. "Home by midnight, no more than three drinks, capiche?" you said, firmly and he held up his hands in surrender to you.

"I couldn't afford it," he said and you nodded, satisfied. You slipped into your classic black pumps, grabbed your purse, keys, and a black coat before stepping out, the door closing before you remember to ask Penelope who your date for the night was.

You're on your first drink when he arrived, almost spitting it out at the sight of Spencer as he searched the bar for Penelope. If you rush into the bathroom, maybe you don't have to deal with him tonight… but then he spots you, and frowns as he raised a hand before walking over. "No Penelope?"

"Date with Kevin," you replied, not hiding your sourness. Don't be mean, my ass. This is her making it up to me?

"Oh," he said, looking confused. "So… why am I here?"

"Evidently, Pen's playing matchmaker tonight," you said, keeping your voice even and he sighed.

"Should've figured," he said quietly, then gestured to the empty seat beside her. "May I?"

"Since you're here," you replied, sipping your rum and coke.

"I take it I'm not who you expected," he said as he flagged the bartender for a soda.

"Given the history of our interactions, no, you're not." You watched his arm fall to the oak bar, his hazel eyes on you, sparkling darkly in the low amber light.

"Disappointed?" he asked and you took a breath in.

"It's not all you," you said, tipping the glass as you take a sip. "Supposed to be celebrating an op, but Penelope bailed."

"Criswell's case?" he asked and you sighed, his question stinging like the back of your throat.

"Criswell's case," you scoffed. "I do all the work and he's the one they credit? I swear to God, you Special Agents--"

"It's hardly my fault that Criswell's name gets put on the report. He was the arresting officer--"

"Only because I led the guy right to him," you argued, looking at Spencer and then you just sighed. "You don't get it. You're not an intelligence analyst."

"No, I do," he insisted. "I know you think we all come home with wins every week, but it's not me, or the BAU, or even the FBI that gets the credit. It's the local police department who can't pull their heads out of the asses, sorry, long enough to realise that all they need is to empathise to catch their killers."

You looked at him, with a mix of surprise and respect, and a little amusement at his apology after saying 'asses', and he ran out of steam at your look. "T-The point is, I get it," he continued. "You probably don't sleep for days, and if you do, it's not enough. You're probably going to suffer from debilitating eye strain in your 70s, and all for some half-wit tactical analyst to get the credit. You're right to be pissed, but getting mad at me isn't gonna get you anywhere."

You wet your stained lips, downing the rest of your glass, and stare at it for a moment. "I've been kind of unfair to you, haven't I?" you asked, looking at him.

Spencer looked at his clear glass, bubbles of soda rising to the surface. "Kind of feels diminutive," he said and you laugh, a brightness in your eyes that wasn't there a minute ago.

"Be grateful I admitted anything at all," you said and he nodded graciously.

"Of course. Thank you for the bare minimum," he said and you huff.

"Look at that, the robot knows sarcasm," you teased and he made an offended noise before watching you snicker. "So, just the soda or are you gonna drink something stronger?"

"Just the soda," he said and you know better than to ask as you order yourself a mojito. "So, how did you do it?" Spencer asked. "How'd you track him down?"

You shrugged, not particularly in a bragging mood. "It wasn't that hard, really. I already had an alert set up for requests for encryption keys, and there was no reason for this military officer in Alaska to request them. He didn't have the clearance or approval from someone who did to have eyes on it. All I did was figure out what he wanted access to and fudge it and put a code in so I could track the user before giving him the encryption key. Then it was just a matter of posing as a buyer for the intel."

"Child's play," Spencer remarked dryly, his lips curling and you shrugged.

"If you can learn sarcasm, I can learn humility," you said, sipping your mojito and it was his turn to laugh quietly.

"It's a new look on you," he said, meeting your gaze, and you're not sure if it's the rum, but there's a moment of tension, and you're half-convinced he's leaning in to kiss you when your phone beeped and it shatters like you've dropped your glass. You fumbled through your purse for your cell, pulling it out to find a text message from Penelope.

Penny: Kevin's staying the night.

How was this night getting worse by the minute?

You: Can't you go to his place?

No reply. It turned out your bottomless patience wasn't so limitless, and Spencer could tell.

"Problem?" he asked, raising his soda to finish it.

"It appears I'm homeless for the night," you replied, downing your entire mojito in one go.

"Hey, hey, slow down," he insisted, pulling the glass away from you, but it was just mint and ice now. "What do you mean?"

You grasped Spencer's shoulder. "See, Data, when two people go out on a date, which is a kind of human mating ritual, one of them offers their habitat to copulate in, never mind the other females who maybe sharing said habitat," you said, mocking and he swatted your hand away, knowing you well enough to know you were just projecting your irritation on to him.

"You could just say that Garcia was taking Kevin home, you don't have to be so--"

"Mean?" you asked hollowly and Spencer pursed his lips.

"Hostile," he replied and you nodded.

"It's fine, I'll just flirt with someone and let them take me to their place," you said, slipping off your seat.

"Hey, no," Spencer said firmly, his hands loosely grasping your arms. "A) you're drunk--"

"I had two drinks--"

"And B) Penelope would kill me if I let you become one of our cases. You can stay with me."

"What? No," you protested. "I'm mean and unfair to you, why would you--"

"Because no matter how much disdain you hold for me, I'm not actually a bad guy," he said patiently. "Can you honestly tell me you trust anyone else in this bar to not take advantage of you?"

You sucked your cheek in and sighed. "No," you said petulantly, and Spencer stood up, holding your coat up for you to help you into it.

He doesn't drive and you share Esther with Penelope who needed it tonight, so you're on the Metro back to his place, Spencer's hand on your waist keeping you standing until there's a place to sit. You realise, rather dully, that if you weren't wearing your coat, his hand would have found the cut-out of your waist, and you wonder what it feels like. "I'm never drinking rum again," you murmured. Clearly, it was poisoning your mind.

"Sure, you won't," he said dryly, standing in front of you and you have to look up at him to see his eyes.

"You're really tall," you said, distastefully. You don't like having to crane your neck just to look at him… not that you like looking at him. It's easier to be mean, you decide, when you can look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry, the doctor said there's no cure for it," he replied, clearly mocking.

"I could always lop your knees off," you said helpfully, smiling up at him and he snorted.

"I think they've been through enough." He watched the frown form on your forehead, and, stupid impulse, he moved his hand to smooth it out. "I was shot in the knee a couple years ago," he explained. "Reconstructive surgery."

"Must make kneeling hard," you said without thinking and he tilted his head at you, his hand returning to your waist.

"Was that a joke?" he asked and you shook your head.

"No, I'm just--" The train jolted and Spencer grabbed your hips before you could fall, your hands on his arms. "Embarrassing," you finished as he righted you, then guided your hands to the pole. He was warm, smelling like Irish espresso. It must be nice, being his girlfriend, smelling that all the time. What is wrong with me?

The rest of the ride is silent, and then he's guiding you out of the carriage and onto the station closest to his apartment. He tapped both your metro cards, which you don't remember giving to him, before walking out of the subway with his hand on the small of your back, and you're out of quips and clever things to say. You didn't think that was possible, but maybe the train jolted it out of you. Or maybe the rum did. But you're silent all the way to his apartment, and a little curious about how he lives.

He lets you in, letting go of your waist, and you don't see how his hand clenches, too busy taking the apartment in. The wall's a lovely green and he has lamps that remind you of old libraries with the green steel shade, and he has bookshelves everywhere, nothing with a contemporary cover on it. They're all old hardbounds that you're compelled to touch reverently, foreign titles that you're able to decipher. "Of course you have War and Peace in the original Russian," you scoffed, tracing the golden Russian letters while he set your purse down on his coffee table.

"You can read it?" he asked, surprised and you look at him with narrowed eyes.

"How do you think I posed as a Russian buyer of international secrets?" you asked and he held his hands up in surrender.

"My bad," he admitted, trying not to look impressed. But it was the truth, you were impressive. It was impressive enough how skilled you were at coding and creating algorithms, able to take over for Penelope without complaint from anyone but Derek who would get shut down every time he tried to call you baby girl. In a lot of ways, you were like Penelope, always ready with a pop-culture reference and a barb, preferring steel over sexual innuendo. In the early days, he had been sensitive to it, avoiding you when he could, but he'd seen your softer side when Penelope had been shot, how you'd been unafraid to yell at Rossi for pushing the boundaries of interrogation with her. He knew you were kind, really, you just weren't very generous with it.

He filled up a glass of water, walking over to you, doing his best to keep his gaze off your waist as he passed it to you, noticing you perusing the Art of War… in the original Chinese. "Don't tell me… Chinese too?"

"Kind of a prerequisite for counterintelligence," you said, swapping the book for the water, and an uncomfortable expression flashed across your face, shifting in your heels. He was an idiot, he should have noticed it. You were standing for so long in the train. You frowned as he knelt silently, hand grasping your ankle and you lifted your heel so he could take it off. One, then the other. "Thanks," you said quietly, unused to his kindness.

"It's not that hard," he said, standing up, putting your heels by your purse.

"What is?" you asked and he looked back at you.

"Kneeling," he said simply and it's stupid but your heart stops for a second, caught off-guard. "I'm gonna get you something more comfortable to wear. Finish that."

Oh, this was not good. You were not going to catch feelings for a man you've told everyone you know, which is mostly Penelope, and by association Kevin, that you hate. Your phone beeps and you pick it up.

Penny: Talked to Emily, you can stay at hers.

Escape. Emily can pick you up, you get along with Emily just fine, Emily's not a tall brunet with hazel eyes and makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Emily's safe. You could be safe… or you could be with Spencer.

You: Don't bother, I'm already at Spencer's. You owe me so big.

You simply hope it sounds more casual and unbothered than you feel.

"So, I couldn't find anything that fit-" he started and you flinched as he walked back into the room, holding sweats and a t-shirt, almost dropping your glass, and he looked at you with wide eyes. "Sorry, carpeted floors," he said, assuming that was why you were so startled, and walked over, swapping your empty glass with the clothes. "They'll have to do, I'm afraid."

You nodded. "Bathroom?"

"Inside, on your left," he said, frowning as you rushed away.

You have to roll up the legs of the pants so you can actually walk in them, too afraid to ask for shorts for the fear that he might just hand you a pair of boxers, and then you really would crack, just like that.

You stepped out eventually, finding him setting up the couch with blankets and pillows, and he looked at you, his expression unreadable in the low light. "I know, they're baggy and I look awful."

"No," he said quickly, sitting on the couch. "You don't. Look awful, that is. Even if they are baggy."

"Right," you said, if only to move on to something else. "Um… do you have any cotton balls or something? I have all this make-up--"

"Sure, yeah," he said, moving and almost tripping over the coffee table in his rush to service you.

"--wouldn't want to ruin your pillows," you said to deaf ears, following him with a frown as he retrieves a cosmetic bag from his dresser. "Why do you have that?"

"Uh…" He looked at you with a wincing expression. "Halloween," he said, hoping it would suffice, and it did. You've seen him come into work at the end of every October with props and gimmicks. Emily ended up pawning off a Baba Yaga head to you that still hangs in your cubicle. You've named her Meredith.

"Right," you replied and he handed it to you.

"What, no clever retort?" he asked and you shook your head.

"No, I think the cosmetic bag speaks for itself," you said, showing him the pumpkin shaped cartoons on it, and he sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he said dryly and you snickered as you headed to the bathroom.

"Does Morgan know about your clown make-up?" you asked and he lingered in the doorway.

"Please don't," he begged, watching you dab removal cream on the pad and wipe your make-up away. You're teasing and mean, hostile and snappish, but you're not cruel. You've kept secrets for him before, like the magazine cover of him and Lila from 2005 that Emily almost finds if not for you distracting her with a linguistic question, your hand stealthily picking it out of his drawer, and then tossing it to him when she turned her back.

"Depends, do you have clown shoes somewhere in your closet?" you asked, smiling as you ridicule him.

"No, the shoes I rented, the nose I own, the hair I spraypainted," he said and you look at him.

"Seriously?" you asked with a giddy grin. "Please tell me there are pictures."

"What? No!" he retorted, in that high pitch where you know he's lying, "Even if there were, why would I show you?"

"Because you know I can find them anyway," you retorted.

"Not if they're not digital," he snapped back, thinking he's pulled a fast one until he sees your devious grin. "No. Absolutely not."

"You've made a horrible mistake letting me into your home," you said, grinning giddily.

"You're a terrible person," he said, blocking your way bodily. "Sadistic, twisted, horrible--"

"I'm gonna find it," you said, stepping towards him.

"Not if I lock you in here all night," he said, but it was weak, he knew it was. He'd cave the minute he heard your pleading voice, or pretending to vomit. You tilt your head at him.

"Show me the pictures, Spencer," you said and his shoulders sag.

"Alright, come on," he said, resigned, leading you to the bedroom and pulling at a locked drawer in his desk before picking up the album. You plopped onto the bed, curling your feet up underneath you, Spencer sliding into bed beside you with the album on his thighs. "Please don't be mean," he asked, looking at you with a pleading look.

"If I don't have something nice to say, I won't speak," you promised, and he opens it up, knowing it's the best you can offer. You instantly clap a hand over your mouth at the sight of ten year old Spencer dressed like a Russian gymnast. So, he was that extra as a kid too.

"You… dressed like that all night, and you survived?" you asked, looking at him and he shrugged.

"I didn't actually do much trick-or-treating. But my mom would help me make my costume and I'd watch scary movies when she was asleep."

There's a Ghostbuster's costume, a vampire costume, a Frankenstein costume, all creative and handmade, and you watch Spencer age through the photographs, until he's 14 and you're half-asleep on his shoulder.

A fondness warms his chest as he tucked hair behind your ear. He's never seen you unmade like this. You weren't as flamboyant as Penelope (you once said Bowie wasn't as flamboyant as Penelope), usually in greys, browns and blacks, with plain jewellery and simple make-up, and tonight had only gone up in tone by your eyeshadow, grey and silver, with black eyeliner.

But now? You looked vulnerable and pretty, unarmed, and he carefully laid you against the pillow. Maybe he thinks he'll get over it if he says it, or 'manifest' it like Penelope says, and it's not exactly a heavy thing he says, but he whispered it as he stroked your hair back in place.

"I wish you liked me as much as I like you."

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Cary Grant (The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday, Bringing Up Baby, Charade)—just the peak of old-school Hollywood sexuality. The glam, the suits, the gentle wit, the acrobatics, those eyes that always looked like they knew exactly what movie they were in and were laughing at the joke...

Vincent Price (Laura, Leave Her to Heaven, House on Haunted Hill, The Masque of the Red Death)—svelte, stylish, horrifying, beautiful, wickedly funny, camp and gorgeous and evil. he was an art connoisseur who advocated passionately indigenous art, he was an actual literal gourmet cook, he was so liberal he got greylisted during the mccarthy era for being too rad, he's my favorite muppets guest of all time

This is round 4 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

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Cary Grant propaganda:

"My Golden Age of Hollywood professor, who was very outwardly gay himself, put it this way: Even though Grant's sexuality was kind of an open secret in Hollywood, the public couldn't know in any real way. But anybody could see that there was a queerness about him, so he was casted for roles where he physically embodies his masculinity in a non-explicit but queer way. Bringing Up Baby is famous for the scene where Grant wears a frilly robe (pictured below, but what people don't always realise is that he plays kind of an awkward nerd in that movie. He's a hot awkward scientist in a grand robe!!! Hot!!! In The Philadelphia Story, one of my famous movies of all time, he plays C. K. Dexter Haven, a rich, sarcastic, supposedly abusive guy. And yet, what we see is this laid back, dandy-ish figure, who absolutely does not feel threatened when a woman he supposedly loves (Katharine Hepburn) starts having feelings for, and hooks up with another guy (James Stewart). He lets a drunk Stewart into his office and helps him get his job back! Obviously that is the script and not the actor, but the whole film, and that scene in particular, shows him having this very queer attitude of openness toward Hepburn and Stewart, which is only amplified by the casting of Grant and his portrayal of the character. Anyway, this is not an essay arguing for The Philadelphia Story to be considered a queer film, all I will say is: he's super hot in it."

The link to the above mentioned frilly robe scene from Bringing Up Baby: "I just went gay all of a sudden!"

last minute cary grant propaganda: the last few paragraphs of that new vanity fair article about him and randolph scott that just came out 2 days ago on cary's birthday where he calls it "gravity collapse" and "love at first sight" and says their souls touched and and and i'm actually sharing this mostly because it makes me emotional but also because a vote for archibald is a vote for love. this is my message. apologies for sounding mildly insane.

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Sobriquet by @siriuslylantsov

Germs by @enderlovez

Falling behind (suggestive) by @sanguineterrain 

Amethyst you so much by @boldlyvoid 

Nonexistent rizz by @miedei

Blurb 1 (suggestive) by @subspencer

Romantic lover by @starvu

Take a picture, it'll last longer by @brattyspence

Marked up (suggestive, the account deactivated)

Greylist by @gold-onthe-inside

Blurb 2 by @brattyspence

Birds of a feather by @mariasont

Risk by @parfaitblogs

College lecture by @reginyani

Falling star by @galaxy-siren

Cinnamon sticks by @mariasont

The memory of your lips by @esote-rika

Blurb 3 by @r0rysreid

Blurb 4 by @r0rysreid

Suspiciously sweet by @mariasont

La vita è bella by @angellic4l

Warm reception by @ellesreids

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Ton 618 by @vatelixx

Sick day by @miedei

I can see you by @januaryembrs

Distracted by @gf2bellamy

Metal box by @amorre1989

A mystery benefactor by @moonlight-joy

Shut-eye by @siriuslylantsov 

Sleepless by @sincerelybubbles 

Roommate blurb pt2 by @miedei 

Used to, not to by @reidingandallthat

One single thread of gold by @gghostwriter

Glasses by @gf2bellamy 

Physics and racing… (of the heart) by @crsssie 

Kiss, kiss, fall in love (suggestive) pt2 by @rumplereids 

First Time For Everything (suggestive) by @reidmarieprentiss

Heart Nebula by @mariasont

Sober thoughts by @brattyspence

R.E.M by @gold-onthe-inside 

Coffee by @gf2bellamy 

Tangled up by @awordsmith

Tummy by @reidmarieprentiss

Blurb 5 by @blluesiide

Asylum by @gold-onthe-inside

You're drunk and love spencer (he loves you too) by @miedei 

A helping hand by @siriuslylantsov 

Sock drawer by @siriuslylantsov

Pajamas by @gf2bellamy

Questions by @gf2bellamy

Coffee by @gf2bellamy 

It's a date by @sincerelybubbles 

I love you by @sincerelybubbles

Strange visit and a date night by @amorre1989

Migraine by @vanteguccir

263 days by @reiding-writing (flangst)

Girlfriend? by @ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat

Don't shut up by @writersrkive

Not a secret anymore by @little-jana

Be my baby by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused 

Advent calendar by @enderlovez

Written in the Margins by @magical-reid

Cupids Chokehold by @martiniblues

Falling flat by @pathologicalreid

Knitted sweaters by @boopsiesdaisies (suggestive)

Snow by @enderlovez

It's romantic by @enderlovez

Laundry day by @mindfullycriminal (suggestive)

Safe space by @pathologicalreid (flangst)

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