#Jason Windsor

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Worst pain

[weclassybouquetfun]

Archive of Our Own (AO3) has released their Top 100 Stats. When I posted last year's stats there was a comment that the stats are incorrect because writers have deleted or made their stories private due to AI concerns. I would assume the same goes for this year. But working off what the mods report, the top ship is

GOOD OMENS' starcrossed loves Aziraphale and Crowley.

A new entry in the top 10 is RED, WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE's Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox.

What took you lads so long??

THE REST OF THE LIST UNDER THE CUT

From 21 to 40, we get the old guard - no not the film THE OLD GUARD (tho, no love for Yusuf and Nicky?), but the stalwarts: HANNIBAL's Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter and SUPERNATURAL's Dean and Castiel.

The majority of names from 41 to 60?

From 62 to 100 there are platonic ships of the BatFamily - a mix of Jason Todd, Dick Grayson and Tim Drake.

Thank you for your service, writers.

Shippers keep shipping!

Am I suppose to care that Jamie and Cersei are siblings, cos I don't.

Look, this more touching that some ships actually do, so it's valid.

[remusfinglupin]

Mood about the election rn

🎨: @vkelleyart

[imliterallyinsanern]

Thank you for watching projecting onto blond gay boys, up next we have projecting onto gay blond boys.

It’s different I promise-

[ilysmsweaty2]

casting the characters cut from the red white and royal blue movie because i am a visual person and have been really enjoying rereading the book with people for the characters

june- sofia castro

rafeal luna- Esai Morales (formerly andy garcia because i forgot what age luna was)

Leo- james marsden

Cash-Jason Statham

Hunter- will poulter

queen mary- jessica lange (i love stephen fry tho)

catherine- cate blanchett

liam- ezra miller

i think my choices r reasonable. lmk if I missed anyone.

[willstafford]

Merrily We Run Around

THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford upon Avon, Thursday 13th June 2024 Unusual among Shakespeare’s plays, this comedy does not concern itself with the ruling class.  The characters are ‘ordinary’ albeit middle-class figures, by and large, with only the knighted John Falstaff representing the upper echelons – and he is lampooned and ill-treated with aplomb.  Is…

[imliterallyinsanern]

Omg real, because I keep thinking of who would be who in a rwrb x pjo crossover.

Obviously, it’s Valgrace, so Jason is Henry and Leo is Aex, which just works perfectly. And this idea is far from original because ao3 has like a million Valgrace rwrb aus already, but I’m doing it anyway, for fun.

Piper and Annabeth make sense to be June and Nora, and I’ve seen that before, but they don’t match up perfectly. First, Annabeth and Leo ever dating would be crazy imo, and second, as much as I love siblings Piper and Leo, them being besties is my fav. But, mostly, it works. Pez is obviously Percy, it’s literally his name, but also Jason and Percy being besties friends in aus where Leo and Jason didn’t already know each other just works. Instead of being into “June”(Piper), he’s into Nora(Annabeth), and they slay. I’ve seen Hazel as Zahra, which is kinda perfect, and makes me upset that I never would have thought of it. That makes Frank Shaan, which I could totally see because he would be so done with Leo’s shit just like Shaan is with Alex. And since this is the book and not the movie, we need to have people for all three of Alex’s parents, and I think this could tie in Piper and him being siblings perfectly. Leo(rwrb Leo) is Tristen McLean. I’ve seen a ship of Esperanza/Tristen/Beryl before, I can’t remember who wrote it, but yeah. THEN!! We have to figure out the people across the pond, meaning Jason needs an extra sibling besides Thalia(who is obviously Bea). I think Octavian would make a good Phillip, especially because a lot of people like to analyze his character depth(even if Rick didn’t write it), which I like to do with Phillip. He might be an abusive bitch, but he also loves his wife and calls her Mazzy(Mazzie?), which is just… adorable for no reason. I like to think he would get better post canon. I saw someone do Octavian as Phillip but as a cousin once, which is why I thought Pip was Henry’s cousin for half the book, but uhhh.. ignore that. I’m just dumb. Henry’s grandmother could be Hera/Juno pretty easily, or she could be switched out for a king like in the movie, which would make Zeus the king, which also works. With how Queen Mary acts, it wouldn’t be a bad substitute. Of course, Catherine would be Beryl, and she would get her redemption, even if Beryl Grace doesn’t deserve it. Cash and Amy are icons, so of course we can’t forget them. Frank would make a perfect Cash, but I don’t know who else could be Shaan, so we’ll do an Ares camper like Sherman, even though that doesn’t really fit. Amy is obviously Clarisse, and her wife is Silena. Obviously. Richards can be any god you don’t like, maybe Zeus if you prefer Hera as the queen. Ares works, I guess? Apollo could totally be Rafael Luna, I feel like it makes a lot of sense. Especially post-trials, he cares a lot about people and he’s queer. I could see him being a mentor to Leo just a little bit. The only other person I can think of is Liam, who definitely gives Will Solace vibes. EVEN IF!!! I’m a firm believer that Will does not have a southern accent, because I’m from Austin and we don’t sound like that 😔. Nico can be his boyfriend, ofc. Also side note to mention that Alex is so dumb for thinking that shit wasn’t gay, that is not what bros do.

Holy crap this is really long, and I just kinda rambled for ten minutes to write this, but whatever. I love connecting fandoms that you’re in through fanfiction, it’s just so fun. I saw someone say they loved reading fics where the Heartstopper crew reacted to the rwrb email leak and then “they all meet for some reason because it’s fanfiction”.

I have this thing where I have an insane need to make crossover aus of any fandoms I'm currently obsessed with. aftg and supernatural have crossed paths, and I have too many thoughts.

Andrew is obviously Dean, Aaron's Sam, wymack is Bobby, castiel is Neil. That's the only people i have really thought about. I think Katelyn as Ruby would be fun, and I don't mean that in a Katelyn is horrible in canon way I just think an evil version of her would be cool.

the first season would be roughly the same as canon spn. Aaron is at med school (instead of law school) and Andrew shows up to tell him that their dad (or, honestly you could make this about their mom. That would make more sense but idk).

I've just been mainly focused on a castiel/neil with a Dean/andrew. Like Angel Neil? Oh sigh me tf up

[juneafterdawn]

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[casualoptimist]

Book Covers of Note, October 2023

[fandom]

Movies Fictional Characters

There's a clear winner in *this* battle of Godzilla versus Mothra.

Logan Howlett | the Marvel universe

Wade Wilson | the Marvel universe

Anakin Skywalker | the Star Wars universe

Bucky Barnes | the Marvel universe

Mike Schmidt | Five Nights at Freddy's

Godzilla | the Godzilla franchise

Coriolanus Snow | The Hunger Games

Peter Parker | the Marvel universe

Natasha Romanoff | the Marvel universe

Steve Rogers | the Marvel universe

Wanda Maximoff | the Marvel universe

Luke Skywalker | the Star Wars universe

Vanessa | Five Nights at Freddy's

Katniss Everdeen | The Hunger Games

Branch | Trolls

Art Donaldson | Challengers

Alex Claremont-Diaz | Red, White & Royal Blue

Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games

Tony Stark | the Marvel universe

Leonard McCoy | the Star Trek universe

Amanda Young | Saw

Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Lucy Gray Baird | The Hunger Games

Paul Atreides | Dune

Patrick Zweig | Challengers

Willy Wonka | Wonka

Bilbo Baggins | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Floyd | Trolls

Leia Organa | the Star Wars universe

Optimus Prime | Transformers

Padmé Amidala | the Star Wars universe

Miguel O'Hara | the Marvel universe

Thorin Oakenshield | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor | Red, White & Royal Blue

Hobie Brown | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Anxiety | Inside Out 2

John Dory | Trolls

Felix Catton | Saltburn

Frodo Baggins | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Aragorn | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Shockwave | Transformers

Oliver Quick | Saltburn

Bradley Uppercrust III | An Extremely Goofy Movie

Gwen Stacy | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Kenji Sato | Ultraman: Rising

Tashi Duncan | Challengers

Clay | Trolls

Dogpool | the Marvel universe

Xenomorph | the Alien franchise

Gandalf | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Carol Danvers | the Marvel universe

Bruce | Trolls

Megatron | Transformers

Eddie Brock | the Marvel universe

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen | Dune

Samwise Gamgee | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Thor Odinson | the Marvel universe

Legolas | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Yelena Belova | the Marvel universe

Darth Maul | the Star Wars universe

Regina George | Mean Girls

Ballister Boldheart | Nimona

Jake "Hangman" Seresin | Top Gun: Maverick

Han Solo | the Star Wars universe

Tyler Owens | Twisters

Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Mothra | the Godzilla franchise

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games

Toothless | How to Train Your Dragon

Boromir | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Sadako | The Ring

Joy | Inside Out 2

Michael Myers | the Halloween franchise

Sam Wilson | the Marvel universe

Stu Macher | Scream

Morticia Addams | The Addams Family

Ambrosius Goldenloin | Nimona

Kylo Ren | the Star Wars universe

Ennui | Inside Out 2

Éowyn | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Elita One | Transformers

Fear | Inside Out 2

Jason Voorhees | the Friday the 13th franchise

Venom (Symbiote) | the Marvel universe

Hiccup Haddock | How to Train Your Dragon

Sentinel Prime | Transformers

Elsa | Frozen

Pavitr Prabhakar | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Yoda | the Star Wars universe

Gimli | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Kamala Khan | the Marvel universe

Furiosa | Mad Max: Fury Road

Once-ler | The Lorax

Cassian Andor | the Star Wars universe

Snow White | Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Haymitch Abernathy | The Hunger Games

Jedediah | Night at the Museum

Octavius | Night at the Museum

Arwen | the Lord of the Rings franchise

This is a returning list! Yay!

Marvel sweep! Come chat about your faves in a Community made for that very purpose.

[xx-vamp1r3-k1ss3s-xx]

their boyfriends are also the same person just in different fonts

in my head, alex claremont-diaz and leo valdez are the same person just in different fonts

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina; a fake cryptid and a real romantic. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Okay,” he says cheerfully. “Tried YouTube yet? They’ve got tutorials for everything on there. I found a guy who taught me how to change my oil and tie a Windsor knot.” 

“Did you not know how to tie a Windsor knot?” Tim asks, both clearly puzzled and clearly a trust fund kid. 

“Naw, Bruce or Alfie always just materialized it for me whenever it came up,” Dick replies with an easy shrug. “Also had to learn how to shave from Ollie, which was definitely an experience. But Dinah taught me how to smuggle a full bottle of Jack into a bar in fishnets at the same time, which is actually really useful knowledge so remind me to pass that one on later. Donna and I literally saved most of San Francisco and our favorite coffee shop that way once. Oh, and Harvey was the one who explained taxes existed. Did not know those were a thing ‘til I was like, twenty.” 

Twenty-ish, anyway. Well, he’s twenty-three now, probably, so . . . eh, twenty-two at the latest. 

“. . . your life experiences are not universal,” Tim says after a long pause, like getting wooed with handmade nests and giant diamonds by a half-alien superclone and knowing how to tie a Windsor knot at age fifteen is somehow “universal”. No one in this conversation has been even slightly “universal” in their life experiences. 

“Are you telling Superboy about Robin yet?” Dick asks, and Tim–hesitates, a little. 

“I didn’t think it was mine to tell,” he replies carefully. “Most of the Justice League doesn’t even know about Robin.” 

“I told the Titans,” Dick replies with a shrug. “And Uncle Clark.” 

“Jason–” Tim starts, and Nightwing’s sleek feathers all instantly, involuntarily twitch. Tim cuts himself off, and Dick . . . doesn’t say anything, for a moment. 

Jason never told anyone about Robin. 

Though the Joker was pretty bored when he figured it out, apparently. A “real” person wasn’t as interesting as the mask. The mask being a mask wasn’t as interesting, maybe. 

( Dick doesn’t think about how much RAGE it puts in him, thinking about the Joker cutting Jason out of Robin’s wings and finding him BORING. thinking he was LESS than, thinking he wasn’t worth– 

it’s not the time for that. for any of that. 

it’s not. )

“You’re your own Robin,” Dick says. “It’s up to you who you tell what.” 

“I did tell Steph,” Tim says awkwardly, looking away. “Well . . . I mean . . .” 

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, baby bird,” Dick says. “Like I said: you’re your own Robin.” 

“But you were Robin first!” Tim practically bursts out, gesturing sharply with Robin’s wings. “And it just . . . it feels wrong, to tell people! Like it’s someone else’s secret. I only actually told Steph because I felt like I had to, if we were gonna–if we, you know–but Superboy doesn’t care whether I’m human or not, and she did, and . . . I never felt right about telling her anyway. Just because I thought I was supposed to, not because I . . . sorry. Just . . . I don’t know. I’m sorry.” 

( “I’M sorry,” Dick doesn’t say back, because he can never say that to Tim while he’s wearing Robin. 

it never ends up as him saying it to TIM, when he tries to. )

[hurriane23456]

Through Another’s Eyes

Elliot Bennett had always thought his job was peculiar, to say the least. He worked at Mimic Studio, a company renowned for its hyper-realistic masks. These weren’t the kind of masks you’d find at a costume shop; they were masterpieces, crafted with such precision that they transformed the wearer entirely. Each came with a full outfit, contact lenses to match the eye color, and shoes to complete the look. Mimic catered to movie studios, high-end cosplayers, and a few private clients who didn’t explain why they needed to look like someone else.

Elliot was a junior marketing intern, responsible for social media posts. He wasn’t an artist; and never got close to the merchandise. That evening, he found himself alone at the studio, the whirring machines and half-finished molds silent around him. It was rare for him to have the space to himself, and as he walked into the Mask Room, he couldn’t help but feel the pull of curiosity.

The Mask Room was where the completed works were displayed—rows and rows of lifelike faces suspended on mannequin heads. The designs ranged from average-looking men to strikingly handsome models. The outfits accompanying them hung nearby, tailored to perfection. Elliot’s eyes landed on a mask he’d never seen before: a rugged, stubbled face with piercing blue eyes and a square jaw. The tag read: "Jason – Outdoorsman."

He hesitated but finally gave in, locking the door to ensure no one walked in on him.

Elliot unhooked the mask and carried it to the changing area. The accompanying outfit was folded neatly beside it: a flannel shirt, distressed jeans, and brown hiking boots. His fingers tingled with excitement and nerves as he stripped out of his work clothes, standing in just his socks before pulling on the jeans. They fit snugly, hugging his legs in a way that made him glance at himself in the full-length mirror.

The flannel shirt was next—soft, perfectly worn in, and rolled up at the cuffs. He slipped on the boots, their weight and rugged soles giving him the impression he’d just come back from a mountain hike.

Now for the mask.

Elliot picked it up, marveling at the detail: the faint freckles across the nose, the hint of crow’s feet at the corners of the eyes. He stretched it gently, noticing how pliable yet durable the material felt, before slipping it over his head. The inside was cool against his skin, and he adjusted the edges until they blended perfectly with his neck.

When he looked in the mirror, he gasped. Jason the Outdoorsman stared back at him. Elliot popped in the blue contact lenses, completing the transformation. His reflection didn’t just look like someone else—it felt like someone else. He smirked, tilting his head, running a hand over the stubble that felt impossibly real.

“Damn,” he muttered, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. He rolled his shoulders, suddenly feeling like he could chop wood or trek through a forest.

He could’ve stopped there, but the thrill was addictive. Elliot peeled off the mask reluctantly, placed it back on its stand, and scanned the shelves for his next choice. His eyes landed on "Mason – Business Tycoon."

The outfit was a three-piece suit: charcoal gray with a crisp white shirt, a silk tie, and polished black dress shoes. Elliot stripped down again, feeling a bit silly standing in his boxers in the sterile studio, but excitement overpowered his hesitation.

The suit fit him like a glove, the fabric smooth and expensive against his skin. He adjusted the tie, the Windsor knot sitting perfectly at his throat. The shoes, shiny enough to see his reflection, clicked satisfyingly on the tiled floor.

Mason’s mask was next. It had a clean-shaven jaw, slightly tanned skin, and sharp cheekbones. Once he slipped it on, he inserted the hazel contact lenses and stared at himself.

He looked powerful. Confident. Like a man who owned skyscrapers and never took no for an answer. He straightened his tie in the mirror and let out a low laugh.

“What’s my next big deal?” he joked to himself, his voice deep and commanding.

By now, Elliot was fully immersed in the game. He pulled Mason off, carefully reassembling the set, and reached for something more daring. His hand hovered over a mask labeled "Ryan – Rock Star."

The outfit was bold: ripped black jeans, a leather jacket, a fitted black T-shirt, and combat boots. There were even accessories—silver rings, a chain necklace, and sunglasses.

Slipping into the clothes felt like stepping into a different world. The leather jacket was buttery soft, the rings cool against his fingers. He placed the sunglasses on top of his head, letting them rest in his tousled brown wig—the mask came with hair this time, styled in perfectly disheveled waves.

Ryan’s face had a roguish smirk, a faint scar above his eyebrow, and piercing green eyes. Once he had the mask on, Elliot completed the look with the green lenses and stepped back.

He didn’t just look like a rock star. He felt like one. He struck a pose, pretending to hold a guitar, and laughed.

“This is insane,” he muttered, his voice raspy and full of swagger.

Elliot was riding a high. Each transformation was more thrilling than the last. He could feel the studio’s silence around him, but it only heightened the sense of intimacy with his newfound game. Placing the rock star set carefully back on its stand, he scanned the rows for his next choice.

His gaze landed on something unusual: a mask labeled "Liam – Athlete." The mannequin head sported a short buzz cut and a face glistening with sweat, as if Liam had just finished a grueling workout.

The outfit was a basketball jersey and matching shorts, complete with a pair of size-13 sneakers. A duffel bag sat beside the mannequin, holding accessories like a wristband and a water bottle.

Elliot couldn’t resist. He stripped down and pulled on the jersey and shorts. They felt cool and lightweight, clinging to his body in a way that made him acutely aware of every movement. The sneakers were enormous compared to his regular size, but they fit perfectly, thanks to the padding built into the soles.

The mask was different from the others—it came with a slight sheen, replicating the effect of perspiration. Elliot slipped it on, adjusting it carefully, and popped in the brown contact lenses.

The mirror revealed someone who looked fresh off a basketball court: a chiseled jawline, a confident smirk, and broad shoulders that seemed almost too big to be his own. Elliot flexed an arm experimentally, laughing at how the mask made his wiry frame appear like a professional athlete’s.

“Game on,” he said, his voice carrying a new edge.

As he returned Liam’s set to its place, Elliot felt something shift. The masks weren’t just disguises anymore; they were identities. Each time he looked in the mirror, he felt less like Elliot and more like the man staring back.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over a shelf filled with more masks. Should he stop? He shook his head. No one was here to judge him. He could stop whenever he wanted.

His fingers brushed against a mask labeled "Dominic – Undercover Agent." The face was rugged, with a five o’clock shadow and a slight scar running down one cheek. The outfit was a tactical ensemble: a black turtleneck, combat pants, and utility boots. A leather holster and fake earpiece completed the look.

This time, Elliot didn’t hesitate. He undressed quickly, feeling a rush as he pulled on the tactical pants and secured the belt around his waist. The turtleneck hugged his frame, making him feel both sleek and dangerous.

The boots were heavier than the others, clunking solidly on the floor as he paced. Finally, he pulled on Dominic’s mask, the material molding perfectly to his features. The scar added an air of danger, and the steely gray contact lenses gave his gaze an intensity that made him shiver.

When he stared into the mirror, Elliot felt like a stranger to himself. He reached for the holster, strapping it across his chest, and slid the fake earpiece into place.

“Agent Bennett,” he whispered to himself, testing the new persona. He turned sharply, pretending to clear a room, his movements sharp and precise.

Elliot’s exhilaration outweighed his caution. He scanned the shelves for one last transformation, his eyes landing on a mask labeled "Malik – Urban Legend."

The mask was striking, with smooth dark skin, a neatly shaped beard, and bold features that radiated charisma. The accompanying outfit hung nearby: an oversized hoodie, baggy jeans, and a pair of pristine white sneakers. A thick gold chain rested on the mannequin's chest, completing the ensemble.

Elliot hesitated for a moment. The set was unlike anything he’d tried before, and he felt a twinge of uncertainty. But the thrill was irresistible.

Stripping down, he reached for the hoodie first. It was heavy and warm, the fabric thick enough to feel substantial. He tugged it over his head, the hood settling comfortably around his neck. The jeans were loose, pooling slightly around the tops of the sneakers when he slipped them on. The chain was the final touch, cool against his chest.

Now for the mask.

Elliot picked it up carefully, noting the incredible detail: the texture of the skin, the subtle highlights on the nose and cheekbones, the natural sheen of the beard. Sliding it over his face, he adjusted it until it fit seamlessly. The brown contact lenses were a perfect match for the mask’s warm, expressive eyes.

When he turned to the mirror, the transformation was complete.

Elliot barely recognized himself. Malik’s broad shoulders and confident stance felt worlds apart from his usual frame. The oversized clothes emphasized a casual, effortless style that made him look like he belonged on a street corner or a music video set. He smirked, leaning into the persona.

“What’s up?” he muttered, deepening his voice. He laughed, shaking his head at how different he sounded.

He struck a pose, pulling the hood up over his head, and turned sideways in the mirror. The way the sneakers gleamed under the fluorescent lights added to the image, making him feel like someone who turned heads wherever he went.

Elliot was so absorbed in Malik’s reflection that he didn’t hear the faint click of the studio door unlocking.

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“Elliot. What are you doing?”

The voice froze him in place. He spun around, heart pounding, to see Mr. Calloway, his supervisor, standing in the doorway with one eyebrow raised. Calloway’s sharp suit and polished shoes looked completely out of place in the dimly lit studio, but his expression was impossible to misread: curiosity, amusement, and just a hint of annoyance.

“Uh… I… I was just, uh… testing the fit,” Elliot stammered. The deep voice of Malik spilled out of his mouth, making his excuse sound even more absurd.

Calloway took a step forward, folding his arms as he looked Elliot up and down. “Testing the fit, huh?” His lips twitched into a small smirk. “Well, you do look good, I’ll give you that.”

Elliot’s cheeks burned under the mask. He started to peel it off, fumbling with the edges.

“Stop.”

The command made him freeze. Calloway tilted his head, his gaze thoughtful.

“Put the hood back up,” he said.

Elliot hesitated, then obeyed, pulling the hood over his head again. Calloway paced slowly around him, inspecting the outfit from every angle.

“Hm,” Calloway said finally. “I always wondered how these looked in action. You wear it well.”

Elliot shifted awkwardly. “I-I didn’t mean to—”

Calloway waved a hand, cutting him off. “Relax. I’m not mad. But since you’re already having fun…” He gestured to the rows of masks. “Pick one out for me.”

Elliot blinked, unsure if he’d heard correctly. “What?”

“You heard me,” Calloway said, a glint of mischief in his eye. “If you’re going to play dress-up, let’s see what you can do with me.”

“You want me to… pick one?” Elliot asked, dumbfounded.

Calloway shrugged. “I’ve always been curious about these things. Might as well indulge.”

Elliot hesitated, but Calloway’s expectant look made it clear he wasn’t joking. Elliot scanned the shelves, searching for something drastically different from Calloway’s usual polished, buttoned-up look. His eyes landed on a set labeled "Jax – The Punk Rebel."

The mask had a youthful, edgy vibe: messy black hair with streaks of electric blue, a pierced eyebrow, and sharp cheekbones. The outfit was equally bold: a black leather jacket covered in studs, a ripped band T-shirt, tight black jeans, and heavy combat boots. A chain dangled from the pants, and fingerless gloves completed the look.

Elliot hesitated for a moment before pulling it down. He held it up with a small smirk. “How about this one?”

Calloway raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. “You want me to dress like that?”

“Well,” Elliot said, a little braver now, “you did say you wanted to try something different.”

Calloway sighed but took the set. “Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Elliot stepped back as Calloway began changing. Watching his boss trade in his tailored suit for tight jeans and a leather jacket was surreal. The combat boots added a heavy stomp to his normally quiet, calculated steps.

Finally, Calloway picked up the mask. The punk's wild hair and defiant smirk were a far cry from his usual clean-cut look. He adjusted it carefully, making sure the edges fit perfectly before popping in the bright blue contact lenses.

When Calloway turned to the mirror, Elliot couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Well?” Calloway asked, his voice a deep rasp that suited the rebellious persona. He adjusted the leather jacket, striking a mockingly defiant pose. “How do I look?”

“Like someone who’d get kicked out of their own office,” Elliot joked, still grinning.

Calloway chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve got a strange sense of humor, Bennett.” He stepped closer to the mirror, inspecting the transformation. “I have to admit, this is… fun. A little ridiculous, but fun.”

Before Elliot could answer, the studio door creaked open again. Both he and Calloway froze, the playful mood evaporating instantly. They turned toward the sound, expecting to see a coworker or perhaps security. Instead, a man in a black uniform with the company logo stepped inside, clipboard in hand.

It was Frank, the head of inventory.

Frank looked up and froze in his tracks, his eyes widening as he took in the scene: Elliot still wearing Malik’s oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, and Calloway transformed into Jax, the punk rebel.

“What the hell is going on here?” Frank demanded, his voice sharp.

Elliot’s stomach sank. Calloway, however, didn’t miss a beat. He stepped forward, his combat boots thudding heavily on the floor, and gave Frank a mischievous smirk.

“Relax, Frank,” Calloway said, his raspy, rebellious voice a perfect match for the punk persona. “We’re just… testing the merchandise.”

“Testing?” Frank repeated, incredulous. His eyes darted between the two of them. “Do you know how much trouble you could get into for messing with inventory like this? These are high-value items!”

Calloway waved a dismissive hand, clearly enjoying the role he was playing. “Come on, Frank. Don’t act like you’ve never been curious.”

Frank sputtered, clearly caught off guard by Calloway’s brazen attitude. Elliot, meanwhile, stood frozen, unsure whether to defend himself or stay silent.

Then, to Elliot’s shock, Calloway grinned and gestured toward the shelves. “Why don’t you join us? Pick one out. It’s not every day you get to see yourself as someone else.”

Frank blinked, his indignation faltering. “What?”

“You heard me,” Calloway said, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re always talking about inventory this, inventory that. Why not take a closer look? I mean, really experience it.”

Elliot stared at Calloway, his heart racing. Was he seriously inviting Frank to join them?

Frank hesitated, his grip on the clipboard tightening. Then his gaze shifted to the rows of masks, curiosity flickering in his eyes despite himself. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Maybe,” Calloway said with a shrug. “But you’ve got to admit—it’s tempting.”

Frank sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is a terrible idea.”

“And yet, you’re considering it,” Calloway pointed out, his smirk widening.

After a long pause, Frank set his clipboard down and stepped toward the shelves. Elliot exchanged a wide-eyed look with Calloway, who winked.

“What’s the craziest one here?” Frank muttered under his breath, scanning the options.

Elliot’s anxiety began to shift into a strange excitement as he realized the night had taken a completely unexpected turn.

Frank scanned the shelves, muttering to himself as his eyes darted over the masks. He stopped in front of a set labeled "Boone – The Outland Ranger."

The mask was rugged and wild-looking: sun-kissed skin, a thick unkempt beard, and sharp, weathered features. The outfit hanging nearby was equally striking: a sleeveless leather vest adorned with various patches, a pair of tan cargo pants tucked into scuffed combat boots, and a wide-brimmed hat with a feather stuck into the band. A leather holster with a prop revolver hung at the side, completing the ensemble.

“This one’s ridiculous,” Frank muttered, pulling it off the rack. He turned to Calloway and Elliot, holding it up for them to see. “What do you think?”

Calloway smirked, crossing his arms. “Perfect. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to be a ranger.”

Elliot bit back a grin as Frank sighed, clearly regretting every decision that had brought him here, and began stripping out of his uniform. He folded his shirt neatly, shooting a glare at Calloway when he caught the boss smirking.

The transformation began with the cargo pants, which fit loosely but comfortably. The leather vest was snug, its patches adding a gritty, rebellious touch. Frank hesitated at the holster but eventually strapped it on, adjusting it with a scowl.

Finally, he picked up the mask. It was heavier than he expected, the craftsmanship so detailed it seemed almost alive. He slipped it over his head, adjusting it until the edges vanished seamlessly into his neck. The transformation was instant: the tired, middle-aged inventory manager disappeared, replaced by Boone’s rugged, outdoorsy persona.

Elliot handed him the hazel contact lenses, which Frank inserted with surprising ease. Then he placed the wide-brimmed hat on his head, completing the look.

When Frank turned to the mirror, he froze.

“What the…” His voice was rough and deep, entirely unlike his usual tone. He leaned closer to his reflection, running a gloved hand over the mask’s beard. “This is insane.”

Calloway chuckled. “Told you. Looks good on you, though.”

Frank adjusted the holster, his expression a mix of disbelief and intrigue. “I look like I just stepped out of a western.” He struck a mock pose, drawing the prop revolver from its holster. “Bang, bang,” he muttered, smirking despite himself.

Elliot couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You’re a natural.”

Frank turned to face them, crossing his arms. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it—this is… kind of cool. But if anyone finds out about this, we’re all getting fired.”

“Only if you don’t look the part,” Calloway teased, adjusting his leather jacket. “Now come on. Let’s see how these characters look together.”

Frank groaned but followed as Calloway led him and Elliot to a larger mirror on the other side of the room. The three of them stood side by side: Calloway as Jax, the rebellious punk; Frank as Boone, the rugged ranger; and Elliot as Malik, the urban legend.

For a moment, the absurdity of the situation faded, replaced by a strange sense of camaraderie.

“You know,” Calloway said, grinning, “we could pull off one hell of a heist looking like this.”

The three stood in front of the mirror, their reflections almost unrecognizable. The transformation wasn’t just physical—it was as though stepping into these personas unlocked something freer in each of them.

Calloway adjusted the chains on his jacket, his smirk now almost cocky. “You know, I’ve been running this place for years, and I’ve never actually tried these on. I gotta admit, they’re pretty incredible.”

Frank snorted, tugging at the brim of his hat. “Yeah, well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you’re dressed like a punk rock delinquent.” He gestured toward Calloway’s combat boots. “Those are a far cry from your usual loafers.”

“Hey,” Calloway shot back, “at least I look good. You look like you just walked out of a survivalist convention.”

Elliot chuckled, finally feeling relaxed enough to join the banter. “And I look like I should be running a streetball tournament.” He spread his arms, taking in his oversized hoodie and sneakers. “Guess we’ve all got our alter egos now.”

Frank shook his head, but a small smile crept onto his face. “This is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Calloway said, raising an eyebrow. “Frank, look at us. We’re living the dream. For years, people have been buying these masks to become someone else, even just for a moment. And here we are, actually getting to experience it ourselves.”

Frank sighed, leaning against the counter. “You’ve got a point. It’s… kind of fun.” He glanced down at the prop revolver, spinning it idly before sliding it back into the holster. “Not gonna lie, I do feel pretty badass.”

“Exactly!” Calloway said, clapping him on the back. He turned to Elliot. “What about you, Bennett? Feeling like a whole new person?”

Elliot hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do. It’s weird… but in a good way.”

The three of them fell into a comfortable silence, staring at their reflections. For a moment, they weren’t coworkers—they were characters, living in a shared fantasy.

Finally, Calloway broke the silence. “You know, we should make this a team-building exercise. Let everyone try on a mask, get a feel for the product.”

Frank groaned. “Please don’t. I don’t think I can handle seeing Jerry from accounting dressed like a Viking.”

Elliot laughed, picturing it. “Or Martha from HR as a biker chick.”

Calloway chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, fine. But we’ll keep this between us for now. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Frank and Elliot said in unison.

“Good,” Calloway said, straightening his jacket. He turned to the mirror one last time, his expression softening. “Well, gentlemen, if nothing else, this has been a night to remember.”

Frank smirked. “Just as long as no one remembers it tomorrow.”

Elliot grinned, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. For the first time in a long while, work didn’t feel like work—it felt like an adventure.

Calloway leaned back against the counter, looking at Frank and Elliot with a mischievous glint in his eye. “All right, gentlemen,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “We’ve tried on our alter egos. Now let’s take it up a notch.”

Frank raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by ‘take it up a notch’?”

Calloway smirked. “We switch. Each of us gets to experience someone else’s transformation. It’s only fair.”

Elliot blinked, his pulse quickening. “You mean… you want us to trade outfits and masks?”

“Exactly,” Calloway said, pushing off the counter. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little sweat.”

Frank groaned, rubbing his temples. “This is getting out of hand.”

“And yet,” Calloway said, pointing at him, “you’re not saying no.”

Frank hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Elliot swallowed hard, feeling both nervous and intrigued. He glanced at Calloway’s punk-inspired outfit, then at Frank’s rugged ranger look. Both felt so far removed from his own urban style that the thought of stepping into either was dizzying.

Calloway clapped his hands. “All right, here’s how this works. We’ll go one at a time. Frank, you’ll start by switching with me. Elliot, you’re next. Sound good?”

Frank shrugged. “Might as well get it over with.”

Frank unbuckled the holster from his waist, the leather strap creaking as he handed it to Calloway. “Here. Start with this.”

Calloway took it, slipping it on with ease before removing his own leather jacket. The studs glinted under the studio lights as he passed it to Frank. “And this is yours.”

Frank slipped the jacket on, the heavy material fitting snugly over his broad shoulders. The band T-shirt came next, and he grimaced as he pulled it over his head. “This thing’s damp,” he muttered, feeling the residual heat from Calloway’s body.

Calloway laughed as he tugged on the ranger vest. “That’s the price of admission.”

The pants were next, and Elliot couldn’t look away as the two men swapped. Frank struggled to wiggle into the tight black jeans, muttering under his breath about how restrictive they were. Meanwhile, Calloway adjusted the cargo pants, clearly amused by how loose they felt compared to his usual attire.

Finally, they exchanged masks. Frank hesitated as he peeled off the Boone mask, revealing his flushed face beneath. The inside of the mask glistened with sweat, and he handed it to Calloway with a grimace. “This is disgusting.”

Calloway took it without hesitation, slipping it over his head. He adjusted it, the bearded face settling into place seamlessly. “There we go,” he said, his voice now rough and deep like Boone’s.

Frank picked up the Jax mask, grimacing at the sticky interior. “I swear, if I get a rash from this…” He trailed off as he slid it on, the punk’s sharp features replacing his own.

When they turned to face the mirror, Elliot couldn’t help but laugh. Calloway, now dressed as the rugged ranger, looked completely at ease, while Frank’s transformation into the rebellious punk was hilariously out of character.

“How do I look?” Frank asked, his new voice rasping like sandpaper.

“Like you’re about to start a bar fight,” Calloway said, grinning.

Calloway turned to Elliot. “Your turn, Bennett. Let’s see you handle Boone’s look.”

Elliot’s heart raced as he began peeling off Malik’s hoodie. The fabric clung to his skin, damp with sweat, and he handed it to Calloway, who took it without complaint.

“Man, this thing’s heavy,” Calloway said, slipping it on.

Elliot kicked off the sneakers and struggled out of the baggy jeans, feeling oddly self-conscious as he handed them over. Calloway, now fully dressed as Malik, adjusted the oversized clothes with ease.

Meanwhile, Elliot reached for Boone’s outfit. The vest was stiff and warm, the leather almost alive with the residual heat from Calloway’s body. The cargo pants felt rough against his skin, and the holster added an unfamiliar weight to his side.

Finally, it was time for the mask. Elliot hesitated as he picked up Boone’s rugged face, the beard still damp from Calloway’s earlier transformation. He slid it over his head, shivering as the sweaty interior clung to his skin.

When he turned to the mirror, he barely recognized himself. The rugged ranger stared back at him, and for a moment, he felt a strange sense of power.

Frank, now fully dressed as Jax, smirked at him. “Not bad, Bennett. Not bad at all.”

The three of them stood side by side, now fully inhabiting each other’s original roles. Calloway, as Malik, looked imposing and confident. Elliot as Boone, had a rugged ease about him. And Frank, as Jax, felt like a completely different person.

“This,” Calloway said, his deep Malik voice booming, “is what I call teamwork.”

[frownyalfred]

Her wears ties everyday for a year bc Jason likes to pick them 💔

building off what someone else added in the notes...he usually brings whatever ridiculous tie Jason picked out that day stuffed into his pocket or wrapped around his wrist, styled like he "forgot" it.

the day of Jason's funeral, he wears a formal tie with every single piece of his funeral suit in place; no additions, no removals, no nonsensical stylings. windsor knot, tied tight enough to choke, with every single button of his dress shirt and coat done up.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Hi! I saw this comment and it feels like lots of nonsense, what do you think?

“Byline Times did an expose proving (with copies of bank statements) that Will and Kate’s private secretary’s partner had received two payments totalling £4000 from a bank account belonging to the Sun, in exchange for insider info about Harry and Meghan. Dan Wootton revealed he’d been given insider information and details of private conversations by his longtime best friend, Harry and Meghan’s former communications secretary Jason Knauf (the person who sneakily gave the Thomas Markle letter to the Daily Mail and who leaked the bullying allegations which he initiated to the press) and far from being fired for breaking his NDA and leaking private info about his employers to the tabloids, Will and Kate hugely rewarded him by appointing him CEO of their foundation. Obviously they knew and approved of the underhand smear campaign Knauf was engaged on. Otherwise why make someone proven to be untrustworthy and a backstabber head of your entire foundation?

Clearly someone on the Cambridge team leaked the private conversation and argument that occurred during the bridesmaids dress fitting.

Several of Harry and Meghan’s staff revealed they were in regular contact with tabloid journalists throughout their time working for the Sussex household, which is in direct breach of their NDAs, none of them got fired for something that would be a case for immediate dismissal unless it had been condoned by someone higher than Harry and Meghan.

Melissa Toubati was installed in a senior position despite never having done that job even at entry level a day in her life, and after she was fired for misconduct and faking her CV she somehow immediately walked into a plum position as nanny to a billionaire whose sister is a tabloid reporter, that tabloid reporter has an inside line on Meghan stories since Toubati started working for her brother.

The Times have published, then deleted and removed multiple articles critical of or negative towards the RF.

Several journalists have gone on the record as saying whenever they’ve approached the Palace for a comment on a negative story they’re planning to print about William, they’ve been offered a scandal about Harry to print in exchange for killing the William story.

Richard Palmer was publicly confronted with the fact he’d attended a private VIP reception which Buckingham Palace threw for tabloid editors and tabloid reporters, and his response was that he believed the event was strictly private and would be kept out of the public eye.

Piers Morgan claiming senior royals had personally thanked him for smearing Harry and Meghan and strongly implied on Instagram that one of them was William.

Are people really so naive they don’t realise the tabloids and the RF enjoy a quid pro quo relationship, and that ALL the senior royals (bar the Queen) leak stories about each other to the tabloids and have close personal relationships with favoured journalists who they use to get ‘their side of the story’ out? Harry and Meghan used Omid Scobie, Will and Kate use Dan Wootton, Charles has his own pet journalists too, even back in the day Charles and Diana both had their own rival reporters who they’d leak their ‘side’ to.”

https://www.mumsnet.com/Talk/the_royal_family/4214238-I-think-this-article-might-have-been-semi-authorised-by-KP?pg=3

It is a lot of nonsense, and a lot of it has been debunked over the years. Let's take it from the top, shall we?

Byline Times is a Sussex-affiliated publication. It's been a long time since I heard that name...they are linked to Bouzy and Sussex Squad, or they were back in 2020/2021.

Dan Wootton's real Megxit source hasn't been officially confirmed, but even speculatively, it's not Jason Knauf. It's Christian Jones, who was originally hired by KP to support the Sussexes but decided to stay with KP when the household split and the Sussexes were sent to Windsor/BP. Harry confirms that it was Jones in Spare, writing that he has/had proof and that William blew him off when Harry tried to discuss it with him in January 2020.

Jason Knauf didn't give Thomas Markle's letter to the DM. Thomas Markle himself did. This is on the record and a statement of fact from the court case.

I'm not sure about the allegation that Knauf leaked the bullying allegations to Valentine Low. I haven't heard this one before. What I do know about Knauf and the bullying allegations is that Knauf brought it up to William and wrote about it to Clarence House asking for assistance and from there, it was squashed. There is no official record of his part in leaking it to Low in February 2021.

It is plausible that Camilla's leak about the dress fittings came from someone close to the Cambridges. But it could also have come from a neutral third-person party who was witness to the incident or overheard others talking about the incident. (Do note that there is a rumor/speculation that Camilla allegedly overheard Meghan bragging about it while around KP and/or that Camilla is in receipt of text messages proving KP's version of the story.)

Reporters on the royal rota themselves have acknowledged being friendly with staff and principals (Harry, Meghan, William, and Kate) and often receiving information through conversations and observations.

Melissa Toubati used to work for Robbie Williams and Ayda Fields, and for years. She actually has done that kind of PA work before and was very familiar with the celeb world.

Piers Morgan's "senior royals" are Camilla and Fergie. William doesn't typically speak to the press like that.

Yes, most of the senior royals leak about each other. Wootton was not William and Kate's favorite. It was Camilla Tominey and/or Royah Nikkah.

Conclusion: You ran into a Sussex Squaddie in the wild, circa 2019. Only Sussex Squad was taking anything Byline Times printed seriously or legitimately.

[world-of-wales]

Gail O'Shea and Jason O'Shea, from Brentwood, Co-Founders, Wipe Away Those Tears, are both made Member of the Order of the British Empire by the Prince of Wales at Windsor Castle. The honour recognises charitable services to terminally and seriously ill children in Essex | 13 MAY 2025