#swelter skelter

[theradicalace]

i don't remember what i went on the htf wiki to fact check and i definitely didn't find whatever it was but i did find this

they stole a whole apartment building! good for them

[catsharky]

This is for the 5 other people on here who also have Watch Dogs 2 brainworms and are 👀😳 about Wrench.

Got back on a WD2 kick recently and did some art for a fic I've been picking at since march. Mainly just drew it to embed in a chapter but it came out nice enough that I wanted to put it somewhere.

(Side note on something I noticed while drawing this: I'm not fully convinced that all of Wrench's tattoos are real tattoos. A lot of them definitely are, but a bunch of them actually look like they're drawn on with sharpie, especially the ones on his torso. It would be very in character for him to have doodled all over himself before Swelter Skelter so I'm choosing to believe it, lmao)

Also this is cropped to hell so Tumblr doesn't execute me via firing squad but if you wanna see the full version (he's fully clothed, but he's 'going camping' if you catch my drift), you may find it helpful to know that my Ao3 username is also catsharky 😏 (it's at the very end of ch 3 I love you pls don't judge my writing too harshly goodbye)

[breezingby]

American Pie ~ Don McLean

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die

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The repeated phrase "the day the music died" refers to a plane crash in 1959 that killed early rock and roll stars Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens, ending the era of early rock and roll; this became the popular nickname for that crash. The theme of the song goes beyond mourning McLean's childhood music heroes, reflecting the deep cultural changes and profound disillusion and loss of innocence of his generation – the early rock and roll generation – that took place between the 1959 plane crash and either late 1969 or late 1970. The meaning of the other lyrics, which cryptically allude to many of the jarring events and social changes experienced during that period, has been debated for decades. McLean repeatedly declined to explain the symbolism behind the many characters and events mentioned; he eventually released his songwriting notes to accompany the original manuscript when it was sold in 2015, explaining many of these, and further elaborated on the lyrical meaning in a 2022 interview/documentary celebrating the song's 50th anniversary, in which he stated the song was driven by impressionism and debunked some of the more widely speculated symbols.

[starch1ldz]

“Now, do you believe in rock and roll, can music save your mortal soul?”

“Helter Skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew of the fallout shelter.”

-American Pie by Don McLean, aka the only song ever btw.

[xentari94]

Got to the Swelter Skelter mission finally the other night and- seeing Wrench go from jeans to a g-string at 3:30 in the morning… I knew it was coming but that didn’t help when he turned around LOL

BAM!

My tired ass: Y HELLO THERE YOU VERY DEFINED ASS 😂❤️

Whoever designed that fit for him RREEAALLYY knew what they were doing. Thank you.

[treetownconfessions]

I love how in Swelter Skelter it's shown that the twins have a lil goldfish pet in their apartment, and I just think that's cute. The fish's name is probably something like 'Goldie'

.

[otaconsloverboy]

Transmasc!Wrench Swelter Skelter outfit but... 😳

[muddiestpath]

WIP - Tagging Game

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @juniper-sunny thankyou! You cruel beast! 😘✨

I tag @sweatandwoe @golden-rats & @cirrus-ghoulette

Fics:

Mimic in the spider hub

Nimo ghoul bio

Gill enters the undercity from below

ARubbeRDucK at Swelter Skelter

Driver for the Damned

Art:

[xandercainxxx]

Reginald Blechman, known as Wrench, is the deuteragonist of Watch Dogs 2, a playable character in Watch Dogs: Legion and one of the two main protagonists (alongside Aiden Pearce) of the DLC Bloodline. A hacker affiliated with DedSec, he works alongside Marcus, Sitara, and Josh, serving as the group's engineer and fixer.

Wrench is a slim, average height man. His appearance are mainly inspired by punk rock culture. His clothing consists of a black spiked leather mask with an LED visor, a spiked vest with attached patches and pins, a black DedSec hoodie, ripped denim jeans, a red spiked bracelet, black strapped bracelets, and black studded leather sneakers.

Wrench's mask and mechanical goggles appear to "blink" emotes and various eye expressions, and the mask features a voice modulator that gives his voice a more robotic tone. The goggles can also project multiple pixelated symbols and appear to be made of many small, square-shaped bulbs. Wrench also has a series of tattoos on his arms influenced by Cyberculture. His vest shows a sewed patch inspired by the "y u no" meme on the right side, and an "anarchy" symbol tattooed on his neck. He has additional tattoos on his stomach and back, which are visible when he attends Swelter Skelter in costume during Looking Glass.

While attending the Swelter Skelter fest, he wears his trademark mask, a hood that features a large mohawk, a black motorcycle vest, a black man-thong with a spiked front, spiked kneepads, and black shoes.

Wrench's face is revealed when he is deprived of his mask during W4TCHED. He has a large, prominent port-wine stain birthmark around his left eye.[1] He has blue eyes and light brown hair. Interestingly, during the mission Motherload, he wears spiked shoulder-pads and spiked knee pads despite not wearing them in any cutscenes before the mission. It's possible that he put them on just for that mission, or developers forgot to remove them from the controllable model. In Bloodline, he removes his mask and reveals his face to Aiden to prove he is trustworthy enough, saying "No Mask, No Wrench, Just Reggie."

Wrench has a wild and humorous personality, as seen in a cutscene where he is trying to get a chip from a toaster; instead of properly taking it apart he smashes it with a sledgehammer instead. However, he appears to also be one of the more aggressive members of DedSec, as seen in the World Premiere trailer in which one of his dialogue to Marcus says that they are at war with everyone, including puppies. His aggression extends to his strategic thinking - during False Profits, he suggests making up a lie about the New Dawn church to discredit them before Sitara and Marcus counter that the risks would outweigh the rewards. He has an affinity for spikes or a punk aesthetic, as seen by his choice in clothing. He has gone to some parties in his life sipping beer under his mask. Some people say they actually have seen him without the mask but he prefers to deny it.

According to an in-game audio log, the FBI developed a psychological profile of him and determined him to have a troubled, possibly traumatic childhood. As such, he is socially awkward around women, has trouble conveying his emotions, and wears his trademark mask as a "billboard" to show how he feels (one FBI agent even likened this to Roy Orbison's use of sunglasses). In another in-game audio log found in the original hackerspace, Horatio mentions that Wrench wears his mask to dodge CTOS's facial recognition, but probably has a deeper reason such as hiding from a dangerous past.

He is also very crude, as in the mission Haum Sweet Haum, he tells Marcus to get the Haum 2.0 Zero-Day before "some do-gooder white hat tells Haum how to... cockblock [them]" and at the very end of his portion of the Motherload mission, upon destroying Blume's backup servers he tells Marcus "I came, I saw, I blew shit up, I came again." Wrench also has a passion for rock music.

In Bloodline, it is revealed that Wrench is bisexual, with him having a former husband, Zane. At this point, Wrench seems to be more open with his feelings and emotions, and also seems to be more comfortable with showing his face.

[hostilemuppet]

damn I might just kin someone from a show I've never watched.

please direct me to where I can watch HTF so I can fix that

!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS GREAT NEWS. im assuming i dont need to preface this with the gore warning

every episode is up on the mondo media website and ALMOST every ep is on the mondo media youtube channel (unfortunately the second half of wishy washy was. not allowed to be on youtube. but its okay theres unofficial reuploads just noone snitch). BUT because this series is 23 years old a lot of them are in. very bad quality. SO a very nice person has compiled and remastered the entire series into one torrent file here if you wanna give it a try! they have the still alive bonuses you get for buying the package though which im honestly not a fan of bc it means less people will buy it and well never get another ep :( but yknow whatever mondos more focused with daddy and the big boy anyway so.

if you want recommendations on what episodes to start with, id say just start at the beginning so you can see the love that went into the silly little shock horror show. BUT my personal FAVOURITE episodes (extra ultra faves bolded. you will notice a theme with them) are:

season 1: house warming, nuttin wrong with candy, wheelin and dealin, pitchin impossible, meat me for lunch, spare me

season 2: out of sight out of mime, class act, shard at work, icy you, hello dolly, remains to be seen, blind date

tv series: don't yank my chain, concrete solution, wishy washy, a hole lotta love, mime to five, chew said a mouthful, see what develops, home is where the hurt is, a sight for sore eyes, in a jam, junk in the trunk

season 3: can't stop coffin, a sucker for love, something fishy, swelter skelter, i nub you, a bit of a pickle, see you later elevator, the chokes on you, royal flush, brake the cycle, bottled up inside, no time like the present

season 4: buns of steal, spare tire, camp pokeneyeout

season 5: a handy nanny, just be claus

theres also the spinoff series kapow where it ditches the childrens show pretence and instead parodies action movies, splendids sssssuper squad (one episode), w.a.r. journal (one episode) and buddhist monkey (three episodes). and although it was made before kapow, the mole in the city short is generally considered part of kapow. it is, you guessed it, my favourite of the bunch. it has the coolest artstyle, the best sound design, the funnest premise, and my special little guy

[ao3feed-steve-eddie]

by FilthyMartini92

The Fourth of July/American Pie AU you were all (hopefully) waiting for.

or

Eddie fucks a pie and Steve wants a taste.

Words: 2782, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Wayne Munson

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shameless Smut, Smut, Blow Jobs, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Cum Slut Steve Harrington, Subspace, just a little, Fourth of July, Bottom Steve Harrington, Face-Fucking, But just a little, Come Swallowing, Movie: American Pie 2 (2001), He fucked a pie your honour, Masturbation, First Kiss, spit

[mickyseanbailey]

“Helter Skelter in a Summer Swelter The Birds Flew Off with the Fallout Shelter Eight Miles High and Falling Fast” (Don McLean) -71-

[rochestertoastmasters]

Monday Motivational - Find ways to enjoy the helter-skelter, no matter if it is storms or swelter

[breezingby]

Don McLean ~ American Pie

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die

(Don McLean wrote the song American Pie as a tribute to Buddy Holly. The lyrics are enigmatic and seem loaded with allusions. What do they mean?)

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/notesandqueries/query/0,5753,-1182,00.html

[space-oreos]

to cure your boredom (and to be annoying bc im bored too):

A long, long time ago, I can still remember

How that music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died

So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

Did you write the Book of Love?

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so?

Do you believe in rock 'n' roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Then I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

I started singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

Now for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone

But that's not how it used to be

When the jester sang for the king and queen

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon read a book on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

We were singin', "Bye-bye Miss American Pie"

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

Helter Skelter in the summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and fallin' fast

It landed foul on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now, the half-time air was sweet perfume

While the sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

Oh, and there we were, all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

And singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most

The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry

And Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"

They were singin', "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"

Drove my Chevy to The Levee, but The Levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die"

Thank you, I thoroughly enjoyed that 😌

[writer59january13]

Variations On A Theme...

of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter

wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter.

Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle

me species classified as generic muggle

analogous to entertainer

with namesake of yours truly

starring an out of world

stellar performer who doth juggle

regarding mein kampf, who sports thrift store couture NOT worn by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini... Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si, nor the three stooges tee hee hee “woo-woo-woo!,” “soitenly!” Punster mocker twill never cease

silly swill syllabification

meaning often twitching

inane written trend

not intending reader to offend of mine will never abide where verboten

arbitrarily, indiscriminately, and understandably

recklessly flaunting usage

and re:noun sing gerund only when...mortality brings life to an end ike'n no longer defend,

and thankfully late mother of mine

Riley's life she chose NOT

in a million years to abend!

Thus...once again, (or...as per usual),

male gender nonconforming wordsmith derelict

defies nothing but obscure alphabetic logic

opportunistically, indiscriminately, and digitally

furiously cutting and pasting discombobulated, disjointed, and displaced

outrageous images evoked

his invisible faux poetic mishmash pastiche emulating emperor donning his new clothes

oblivious clothing apparel absent

despite stunned into silence observers

himself sovereign paraded

without being astute; this poem iz also NOT a boot ruminations visiting shortish nasty brute, (he just learned how to walk

erect this morning) referencing who else except this ole coot

while (cue in dolorous, ludicrous, and tenebrous melody issued from

Mose Arts magic flute)

of course this complete fallacy just smore hove my asinine

baseless, fruitless, witless, et cetera at das receiving end damned lifetime role, and goot raw end of deal, sans docks side of moon efficient intervention

more offal than glute tee us expulsion trumpeted;

Teachers never gave a hoot

or proper fitting space age jumpsuit,

thenceforth viper got ramrod rigid taut as jute as they appeared oblivious, how moost all classmates did loot

when I travelled (with my cute Malamute outsize prairie dog like fine home companion) to the outer limits

of the twilight zone,

which groovy farout signals detected by vodafone

and desperate plea made for aliens to abduct me asap (receiving an affirmative digital binary tone)

similarly couched courtesy of publishers, unlike the negative responses, predictably forecast, no complex koan but clear as day -

inducing a slight inward moan, which figurative slap in face finding yours supine prone, hence...a recurring well known fantasy regarding plucking this chicken (198920) heart lee moss see jagged rolling stone;

as iced (sic culled) hood reaper remained mute and scythe lent,

whereat serpent (also known in political circles as Sally Salamander Newt Gingrich) charmed goaded, and relentlessly needled

a dam Eve with snake hushed snoot,

and wreaked havoc as root of all misfortunate previous to man/woman kind existence, at expense emotional account, viz

cheap trick super tramping suit reviled, renounced, and recanted fully "FAKE" pre fabric hated

discombobulated trumpeting ill suit head prevarications – more cheeky effects, thus allowing, enabling, and providing adapt tub bull usage as zoot suit.