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Reddie is kind of interesting as a ship because you have this divide between young fans projecting their own experiences on the teenage versions, and older fans projecting theirs on the adult versions.
So within two posts of each other you will have some 15 year old talking about the twitch streamers they think these two would be fans of, and a 42 year old giving Richie their knee pain.
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Bill is fresh, strong coffee brewing, first thing in the morning, after the rain. It's been a heavy and stormy night but the smell of fresh coffee and the sunlight of a new day is filling the house.
Ben is new paper, like opening a fresh notebook. School glue, spiced apple cider, the faint, slightly dusty smell of dried wildflowers. The end of summer.
Richie is popcorn - warm salt and sugar, violently coloured soda so fizzy it makes you sneeze, artificial blueberry and watermelon. The smell of grubby movie theatres and arcade games and late nights you don't want to end.
Bev is strawberry shampoo clinging to newly washed curls, and the scent of cigarette smoke and dry grass clinging to a jacket. Summer evenings spent outside.
Stan is pine woods, linen sheets dried outside, and pencil shavings. Clean, crisp, reassuring. Like everything is going to be okay.
Mike is the fields after a summer storm, releif from the August heat, damp earth and straw, sun warmed denim after a day spent outside, old leather book bindings that have been untouched for years, and wood smoke.
Eddie is the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic and old-fashioned soap. There's an edge of peppermint, of morning cool, safety in feeling clean - but also outside, sweat, and suncream when he let's himself forget and he's just with his friends.
It's always a little funny to me how people decide how many of PJ's tattoos to give his characters.
Because like, Eddie has none of them. Eddie thinks cashews are going to kill him. Eddie thought you could get AIDS from touching a subway pole with a hang nail. Eddie isn't getting a tattoo, unless he gets one in a fit of rebellion post Chapter 2. This is why he's in full sleeves for the whole movie while everyone else gets to at least push them up to their elbows.
But Ray, for instance is more ambiguous.
On the one hand, he's based on a real person. Brad has that ridiculous back piece in the show because Real Brad has it. I don't know what, if any, tattoos Real Ray has, but they don't put in an appearance.
But then, we've all kind of let it slide that PJ and Real Ray look about as little like each other as it's possible for two white dudes of a similar age and height to look. No one is overly worried about accuracy in any element of Ray's appearance.
So we're left with the ones that do appear onscreen. Ray's never shirtless or out of full length trousers and boots, but is in a t-shirt a couple of times, so anything from mid bicep down is pretty canon to the show. I just then find it interesting whether people also give him PJ's radio tower, or the bird and branch on his other shoulder, or, most iconic, 'no dice' and the chest stars...
Brad doesn't really 'do' sweaters, sure, he has a couple sweatshirts and hoodies from PT, various sports and the days before he joined the marines, but sweaters, the proper knitted kind, are way out of his comfort zone.
Nate, of course, was born to wear cardigans, with his big green eyes, marble skin and elegant bone structure. Much as Brad would give anyone else so much shit about that being the gayest thing since rollerblading, or iced lattes, or purse-sized pomeranians in their own tiny sweaters - Fick manages to make it look to effortlessly classy that Brad feels kind of underdressed next to him.
Brad will wear a flannel, a sweatshirt, or a jacket if it's cold, but it's pretty rare that he ever deems it cold enough.
But tonight is a special occasion. Their first proper date since Brad came home from England, and Nate left the Corps altogether.
He'd look like a moron in a suit, or even just a blazer over his neatly pressed shirt, way too try hard. But he goes out, and with a little help from Ray, who laughs at him even through several creative threats of physical violence, picks out a tasteful, dark green knitted v-neck sweater. With sleeves. He'd have to throw himself down the stairs if he picked out a fucking sweater vest.
He fusses with the collar, just a little, a couple sprays of aftershave, a little product in his still-regulation-short hair and he's more or less done. Any more is overkill. It's weird enough being in this civilian shit.
It's the middle of October, just starting to get colder, mist laying heavy around the trees at the end of the yard.
Nate shows up, as agreed, at six sharp - Brad has eyes on him through the front window, before he even rings the doorbell.
He's wearing a blazer, no tie, chinos rather than dress pants. He looks gorgeous. Bastard.
Brad hesitates before going to the door. Maybe it's too much, maybe he does, in fact, look stupid. But the idea of backing down offends his warrior spirit way more than the knitwear ever could.
Nate looks a little surprised at first when Brad opens the door, before a warm smile spreads across his face as he looks him up and down.
'Hey, so uh... you must be Mr. Colbert. I was kinda hoping to take Brad out tonight? I'll have him back by ten, Sir, I promise..'
Brad nearly shuts the door in his face. 'Ray has way too much influence on you. I can take it off..'
'No, I like it. I just wasn't expecting it.'
'It's a date! Our first date! Just because you know what I look like doesn't seem like a good reason to not try a little. '
'I'm very flattered. And you look gorgeous..'
'You don't have to lie to me, I-'
Nate silences him with a kiss. 'Keep it on. Come to dinner. If you really want to take it off after that, let me, okay?'
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I am not voting on the tumblr sexyman poll, because I am not familiar with either Dungeon Meshi or Deltarune, and thus cannot choose between those two dudes.
I have seen and loved Project Hail Mary, but I acknowledge that however great a character Ryland Grace is, a conventionally attractive live action human man (Ryan fucking Gosling no less) cannot be allowed to win this poll.
Watched Shall We Dance tonight with @lasthumaninwales for like maybe 30 fairly awkward seconds of baby Stark. Fairly harmless movie, but I wouldn't say it was good, exactly. Also, Richard Gere and Stanley Tucci should absolutely play a couple sometime.
Sitrep on J-Lo: actually pretty wooden, can dance though.
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