#the suits

[wreegis]

woah more udad who could have guessed!

[finalgirlfiction]

The Better looking Litt

pairing: Harvey Specter x f!reader | genre: cute |

summary: you've been married to Garth and enjoying the married bliss

Warnings: none

a/n: it was a request from my friend and i realy hope you'll like it! ♥️

The bullpen of Pearson Hardman was a shark tank, but today, a tropical fish had accidentally wandered in. You were twenty and six, radiating the kind of effortless youth and sharpedged beauty that made the senior partners look twice and the associates forget their own names.

You weren't in scrubs today; you were dressed for a lunch date with your brother in a babyblue colored silk slip dress and an oversized blazer, your hair pulled back in a claw clip. You were holding a small, insulated bag the lunch Louis had forgotten on the counter in his frantic rush to beat Harvey to the office.

I’m looking for Louis Litt" you said to the first person you saw, which hapened to be a very flustered Mike Ross. "I’m his sister"

Mike blinked. He looked at the bag, then at you, then back at the 'Employee of the Month' photo of Louis. "I’m sorry, did you say sister? Like... biologicaly?"

"Last time I checked the DNA results, yes" you laughed, a bright, melodic sound. "He forgot his probiotic yogurt and his 'focus' smoothie. If he doesn't have them by noon, he starts to see sounds"

"That explains so much" Mike muttered. "He’s in his office, but he’s in the middle of a_"

"He’s in the middle of losing an argument to me"

The voice was like velvet over gravel. You turned, and there he was. Harvey Specter. He was leaning against the glass partition of the conference room, his hands in his pockets, his suit fitting him like a second skin. He was in his early forties, at the absolute peak of his powers, and he looked at you with an intensity that made the air in the room feel several degrees warmer.

"And who might you be?" Harvey asked, his eyes traveling from your face down to your shoes and back up again, slow and deliberate.

"Y/N Litt" you said, squaring your shoulders. You weren't intimidated; you’d grown up with Louis, which meant you were immune to ego. "And you must be Harvey. The man who takes up eighty percent of my brother’s therapy sessions"

Harvey’s lips twitched into a smirk. "Only eighty? I’ll have to try harder"

He walked toward you, his gait smooth and predatory. He stopped just a foot away, tall enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. Up close, he smelled like sandalwood and expensive ambition.

"You don't look like a Litt" Harvey noted, his voice dropping an octave.

"I get the looks, Louis gets the... personality" you countered.

"A fair trade" Harvey murmured.

"HARVEY! GET AWAY FROM HER!"

Louis exploded out of his office, his face a frantic shade of red. He practically tackled the space between you, shoving his way between his sister and his rival. "Don't look at him, Y/N! He uses a specific frequency of charm that is scientifically designed to bypass the moral compass of anyone under the age of fifty!"

"Louis, breathe. I just brought your lunch" you said, handing over the insulated bag.

"Thank you, angel, now leave! Go! Before he tries to recruit you into his cult of vanity!" Louis hised, clutching the bag to his chest like a holy relic.

Harvey didn't move, he kept his eyes on you, ignoring Louis as if he were a buzzing fly. "You’re a nurse, right? Louis mentions it when he wants to brag about having a 'hero' in the family"

"I am" you said, a challenge in your eyes. "Why? You looking for a check up, mr Specter?"

"I’m looking for a reason to keep you here longer than it takes to deliver a smoothie"

Mike made a small, strangled noise in the background. Louis looked like he was about to have a stroke. "She is twenty six, Harvey! She is a child! A blossom! You are a... you are a dinosour! A weatherd, ancient relic of the dating world!"

"I’m forty two, Louis. Not dead" Harvey said, his gaze never wavering from yours. "And I think your sister can handle herself"

"I definitely can" you said, steping around Louis and handing Harvey a small card from your purse. It was your business card from the hospital. "In case you ever find yourself with a broken heart, Specter. Or just a bruised ego. I’m very good at fixing things"

You gave him a wink that was pure mischief and turned on your heel, walking toward the elevator with a confident sway.

[gotmehookedonthekpop]

Pheem's retro inspired suits from The Wicked Game are hot as fuck.

And this is only episode 1-3. Holy shit.

[tavolgisvist]

Paul and Stu

Stuart was really a lovely guy and a great painter, but he was the one I used to have all the ding-dongs with. One time we even had a fight on stage. I assumed I’d win because he wasn’t all that well built. Some extraordinary power must have taken him over because he was not an easy match, let me tell you. We were locked for what seemed ages. “I’ll kill you, you bastard!” I screamed at him. “I’ll bloody get you, McCartney!” he screamed back. I think they had to pour water on us in the end.

(Paul McCartney in John Lennon, My Brother by Julia Baird, 1988)

He [Paul] was terribly distressed by Stuart’s death - it was another ending of the life of someone near in spirit to him.  Why should he have to prove he’s very upset?  You live with yourself.

(Iris Caldwell in McCartney the Biography by Chris Salewicz, 1986)

...When we were kids, we always used to say, ‘Whoever dies first, get a message through’. Stuart Sutcliffe was the first to die, and I never had a message, and I don’t think any of us did. Then when John died, I thought, maybe we’ll get a message now, because I know he knew the deal, and I haven’t had a message from John. Now, I don’t know if you can get messages back. Maybe you’re living, but there’s no postal service!

(Paul McCartney, interview with David Frost November 3, 1997)

1963 was the year of the now iconic collarless suit – created for the band by UK tailor, Dougie Millings, whom we learn went on to make over 500 outfits for the group. His collarless creation was conceived in a brainstorming session involving Paul McCartney, who’d originally proposed the idea. Their suits were modeled on an original design by Pierre Cardin, but tweaked to make it a distinctively Beatles’ garment.

(from review of Fashioning the Beatles – The Looks That Shook the World (2023, by Deirdre Kelly)

Later, not long before he died in April 1962, Sutcliffe visited his former group in Liverpool, with Kirchherr on his arm. “He was looking thin and pale, and he must’ve been taking medication, because, like the letter from him reproduced in the book, which is very James Joyce-y and surreal, he was sometimes just floating, and then all of a sudden, he wasn’t,” McCartney recalls. “There’s a picture in the book of Astrid, with her very short, Mia Farrow-type hair, John and Stu outside the Cavern. Not long after that, we were all down there, in the Cavern, and I remember Stu and Astrid walking in, and Stu had this ordinary jacket, but without the collar. We all pissed ourselves laughing. He was not happy, because we didn’t get it, the style. But then, when he died, those famous Beatles collarless jackets, they’re in homage. They weren’t Beatles jackets. They were Stu’s jacket.”

(Mike McCartney, June 2022, interview with Jeff Slate)

Of particular interest, was Pete's comments that "P.S. I Love You" was a song written by Paul to remember Stu Sutcliffe.

(An Evening With Pete Best by Peter McCormack, September 2000)

+ this and this

[canntaloupe]

Andy Hurley and Meredith's Wedding Pics

[charles-pitlane]

They ate???????????

[tani-b-art]

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