#mustard jacket

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD and BRONNY JAMES

sits court side during the game between the Milwaukee Bucks and the Los Angeles Lakers on October 15, 2023

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[egophiliac]

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE" As someone who's been playing TWST since march and stopped going out of my way to be spoilerfree after I got stuck at Overblott!Jamil? That's honestly been one of my favorite things about it - seeing something in fanart or a comment you think is just fans joking, only for it to be canon. "The economy!", "May I also throw a tantrum?", Malleus' gargoyle thing, and... everything about Rook being my top examples.

there's a whole bit in Trey's platinum birthday card where he goes on about how he became increasingly obsessed with mustard for like a week straight until the other students held an intervention. how are you supposed to talk about this. how can you bring up something like Trey's descent into mustard obsession to the point that the other characters are worried for him without it sounding like the most obvious lolrandom "he mentioned it once and now fandom acts like he puts mustard in everything" joke. also, how can I slip this into every Twst post from now on, because I need everyone in the world to know that this is a real canon fact about Trey "I'm just an average normal guy (who sticks my hands into people's mouths and owns 20 toothbrushes and used to eat flowers off the side of the road)" Clover.

for bonus points, 1) the punchline is that he still doesn't even like mustard that much, 2) he's saying all of this to Leona, and 3) Leona is actually kind of invested in Trey's mustard story for some reason, which is the most unbelievable part of all of this to be honest. (then Trey gets distracted by a painting of the Cheshire Cat and Leona takes the opportunity to powerwalk away to freedom before they can start talking about dijon versus spicy brown or whatever and extend this bit even longer)

[paranorahjones]

I'm rereading Lockwood & Co. and I just started The Screaming Staircase and. the thought of little 8-year-old Lucy Carlyle walking around in an agency uniform actually makes me so sick to my stomach.

[vee-is-a-clown]

I hope you all know, Keith's stupid cropped jacket is weighted.

[sunburnacoustic]

He's listening

[armando-triplepapito]

I recently noticed that Betty often wears green! I think it’s her favorite color🤣 she’s always wearing that floral green dress on the last pic

[bootlickerhawks]

that awkward moment when your fashion style is almost identical to your blorbo especially when the fandom has come to the consensus that your blorbo has no fashion sense

[lovesickgoose]

Everyone sharing their own cool Harry cosplays on twitter is making me actually want to put effort into my Harry (Harriet) cosplay

[ded-and-gonne]

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD and NAT WOLFF

sits court side during the game between the Milwaukee Bucks and the Los Angeles Lakers on October 15, 2023 (more pics).

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[bernie-jsyk]

my husband (straight, cis) told me (bisexual, genderqueer) that my outfit was "so gay" and i feel SEEN and LOVED

[rotturn]

and what if i wrote al.ex sta.ndall

[bullard90kendall]

In the alleyway that has known the scuttle of a thousand hurried footsteps, she stands—a solitary figure draped in the casual nonchalance of her own being. Hair like the whispers of a soft fiery sunset, flows down her back, a cascade of copper and ember that catches the half-light with a painter's grace. Her eyes, vast pools of thought, bear the weight and wisdom of ancient tomes, secrets veiled thinly behind their crimson hue. A tank top, mustard as the aging pages of a long-forgotten journal, clings to her like a second skin, telling tales of strength in its simplicity.

She's cinched by denim shorts that have stories of their own, frayed at the edges like our patience on a long day. Roots of mesh crawl up her legs, a network of shadows, and into the sturdy embrace of boots well-traveled yet defiant in the face of wear. Against the buzz of the signs and the whispers of the city, her presence is a rebellious serenity, her camo jacket slung with the carelessness of a generation that has ceased to spell conformity.

To passersby, she could be a mirage of modern mythology, not out of place amongst the mural of a virescent dragon and the distant scents of street food spices. Yet she is so vividly real, a testament to the stories urban alleys murmur just beneath their breath, to anyone willing enough to hear.

[mending-up-your-fences]

Oh we are deep deep DEEP in clashing summer festival suit season, y’all

[sunburnacoustic]

Matt chilling in NYC after the Madison Square Garden show [x]

[fos-tis-zois]

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you were still in the early stages of dating nanami kento, but it was enough to know that the serious and stoic sorcerer had managed to steal your heart. Discovering a side to him which came out only in front of you did things to your heart you didn't know was possible. He had made you smile and blush uncontrollably, much to your embarrassment, from the first date itself. He was so gentlemanly that you did not know how to act around this man. But the unforgettable happened on your fourth date. That was the first time you saw him blush, and your heart skipped such a beat that discovering his little love languages became your life goal.

It was a crisp evening, and you had arranged to meet Nanami at a quaint café he frequented. He was waiting for you at the entrance, dressed impeccably in one of his many sexy suits. But today, his tie was slightly askew. As you approached him, you couldn’t help but notice the minor imperfection in this usual perfectly made man and it made your heart smile.

“Hi, Kento,” you greeted him with a warm smile, standing on your tiptoes to reach his tie. “Let me fix this for you.”

Your fingers gently adjusted the tie, and as you stepped back, you were greeted with the most endearing sight. Nanami’s cheeks were a deep hue of red, and his usually composed eyes were struggling to meet yours. You could hardly believe that such a small gesture could elicit such a reaction from him.

Ever since that evening, it became your mission to uncover more ways to make your perfect man blush. You discovered that surprise homemade lunches were one of those ways. One of your biggest love languages was cooking for people you love. Since Nanami always had little gifts sent to you, you thought of taking a cute bento with a freshly baked mini baguette sandwich filled with tender roast beef, crisp lettuce, and a touch of mustard. It was introduced to you by him because of your shared love of good bread and you thoughtfully wanted him to have a version of yours. 

“The life I have doesn’t grant me much care” he said with a faint blush on his face, with a mixture of love for you but the pain his life has given him that it made your heart cry for him. Kento appreciated quality, and when you packed him a meticulously prepared lunch with all his favorite foods, his appreciative, shy smile made your heart flutter. You were determined to make him feel loved, for all he does for everyone.

Nanami is used to being the protector, so you insisted on taking care of him, even in small ways. He would laugh lightly with a rosy blush and hug you from behind as you insist adamantly in front of your big man that you will handle dinner and all he needs to do is have some wine and tell you about his day.

“You’re too good to me”, he would say in your ear, kissing your earlobes. “You deserve this and so much more, my love” you kiss his cheeks as his head sinks deeper in the crook of your neck..

Planning spontaneous dates showed you another side of him. A visit to a cozy bookstore, or a surprise trip to a quaint café during his lunch break would bring out a softer, more relaxed Nanami, whose rare, genuine smiles made your heart skip a beat. He would show you the books he likes a lot, telling you how he’s been looking for their first editions, while you take mental notes to gift him those books later. Taking him out for his lunch breaks also sometimes showed you how stressful his job was, as he vented about his annoying co-worker and the insane morals of the higher ups in his profession. 

“I have never had such ease talking about my life to someone, y/n. Thank you for being here for me." Kento's gratitude often showed in the form of a rosy blush. You longed to tell him what you would do to bring this smile and contentment on this man’s face. 

Leaving heartfelt notes for him became a habit. You’d slip them into his briefcase or jacket pocket, knowing that he’d find them during his busy day. His texts thanking you were always sweet and sometimes accompanied by a shy confession of how much he loved your notes.

But the easiest way to make him blush was simply by being genuinely happy. Your laughter and joy, especially when caused by something he did or said, never failed to bring a blush to his cheeks and a soft, pleased smile to his lips.

Every little discovery about what made Kento blush was a victory for you. It wasn’t just about the cute reactions; it was about understanding the layers of this complex, wonderful man who had become such an important part of your life. And with each blush, you fell more in love with him, knowing that beneath his stoic exterior was a heart that beat just for you.

hopefully first of manyy nanami fluffs. please reblog if u liked it! suggestions and comments are always always welcome! 💖💖💖

nanami art by artist @/xiaoshy_otp on twitter banner by @anitalenia