werelibrarian:

This is for @neurocrat, who, lets be honest, did nothing wrong other than mention an AU where I could hear it. 

Thanks for the nice words on the “other” haberdashery porn, it really made my week. 

Where Fashion Sits 

Foggy Nelson snapped his arm-garters into position and adjusted his apron. He nodded to his assistant, Miss Wing, who bobbed a curtsy and went to unlock the door of Nelson and Co, Haberdashers of New York.

Nelson and Co was a small family-run business, just a few blocks too far west of Times Square to be fashionable, but this was New York, where despite all protestations to the contrary, the nearly-fashionable had always outnumbered the elite, and the little shop had a steady stream of lawyers, clerks, accountants, and other workaday men who might not be able to buy fine beaver-pelt top hats or silk underwear by the dozen but could spend a small portion of their weekly pay on a dependable leather belt or a cheerful new bowtie.

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tatterdemalionamberite:

starstuffandalotofcoffee:

Danica Roem refusing to shit talk Bob Marshall, the self-proclaimed Chief Homophobe bathroom bill author incumbent she defeated, by saying “I don’t do that to constituents” is simultaneously impressively gracious and the sickest fucking burn I’ve seen in a while.

“I don’t attack my constituents. Bob is my constituent now.”

I hope her remark is prominently displayed in history books for the next hundred years.

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