#HouseRobe

[terrence-silver]

What kind of nightwear would Terry buy for beloved? And what nightwear would he wear himself 🌙

We pretty much are given a big hint or two on what kind of loungewear and nightwear Terry enjoys and has enjoyed throughout the decades; silk and satin houserobes in demure dark, decadent white or vivid jewel toned colors. Rich. Sophisticated. Classical. All heavy velvets and plush. Embroidered materials. Undoubtedly matching satin trousers underneath with button up shirts for his torso. The type of luxurious pajamas that cost thousands of dollars a pair, all custom commissioned and specifically tailored for Mr. Silver's leisure, of course. Lush fur slippers for his feet, equally as expensive? Yeah, entirely possible. Just like it was possible Terry Silver in the 80's simply slept in the nude. Perhaps, with only his jewelry to keep him company in bed, but in general, Terry's nightwear choices looked a little like this;

As for a beloved of any gender? Their style respectively simply matches what is showcased for Terry Silver above purely for synchronicity's sake, perhaps, with the slight and artistic addition of a monogrammed T.S. embroidered on their dressing gown in symbolically silver thread, right next to their heart, just so it would be known who they belong to, and just so they themselves would never forget it either.

[candont]

Wait, Andrew WK and Kat Dennings got married?

[scrangoo]

wanted to share how my night has gone

[greencheekconure27]

The problem with summer is that if I'm not careful there will be a three to four hour gap between me waking up and me getting dressed because I don't get cold

[inexplicifics]

M’Laiden (? is that right) prompt: leaving notes around the home

Lambert is, in fact, very bad at saying aloud how he feels about his lovers. They knew that going into the relationship: he’s prickly and short-tempered and far, far better at cursing and grumbling and even being silent than he is at ever letting sweet words pass his eternally-chapped lips. (Milena has been coaxing him into using lip balm. It’s a work in progress.)

But all the same, neither of Lambert’s lovers ever really doubts how he feels about them, because if he cannot say the words aloud, he can still make his devotion evident in all the little things he does - and all the little notes he leaves.

There’s a ham sandwich in the cheese drawer, stuck on the fridge handle on a night Aiden had to work late and came dragging in the door too tired to even make himself a simple dinner. The sandwich is smeared with the spicy mustard only Aiden likes, and layered with crisp lettuce and slices of ripe tomato from their garden and the really good sharp cheddar from the dairy farm down the road, and the bread is Lambert’s own sourdough. Aiden devours it like a starving man, and every bite is sweet with Lambert’s love.

Saw your old scarf was getting frayed, pinned to a brand new cashmere scarf in a beautifully mottled blue-green that makes Milena think of the ocean off the Mettinan coast, where they spent a week on vacation and she fell in love with the salt air and the waves and the tiny brightly-colored fish lurking in the tidepools along the shore. Milena wraps it around herself and feels warmer than the soft wool can explain.

Mind the step - I’ll fix it this evening, tucked into the doorframe so they both see it before they step out onto the porch; by the time they get back that night, the broken stair has been replaced, and a new railing has been installed, too, polished wood smooth as silk beneath their fingers. Aiden and Milena glance at each other with matching smiles at the sound of Lambert’s familiar grumbling from the shed out back, where he is doubtless covered in sawdust and well-earned pride.

Going fishing. Back soon. Love you, left on the pillow between them when they wake to the light of the rising sun in the big bed they all share. Milena traces the words with one perfectly-manicured fingernail and smiles at Aiden, who grins back.

“Fish for breakfast,” he says, sitting up and taking the note as carefully as if it were a holy text, tucking it into the drawer where they keep all of Lambert’s love-notes - because that is what they are, whether they say the words or not.

“I’ll start the coffee,” Milena agrees, and kisses Aiden on the cheek before wrapping herself in Lambert’s houserobe - far too large on her - and padding downstairs. From the kitchen window, she can very faintly hear Lambert, down at the creek, cursing quietly and happily at the recalcitrant fishing line and the slippery fish.

Yes, Lambert’s lovers know full well what his notes mean, and cherish them as dearly as they do their foul-mouthed darling and his silent golden heart.

[earlgreydream]

tumblr ate my fuckin ask i’m gonna lose it

but something about you and your maurader of choice opening presents on christmas morning?? with some hot cocoa and a cozy fire and i can’t remember what all i said in the original ask but you know the vibe lol

I KNOW THIS IS SO SO LATE — IT GOT BURIED IN MY INBOX

my choice is all of them <3

“shh, dont wake him up, bunny,” sirius said softly, pulling you away from a sleeping remus.

“but it’s christmas morning,” you whined, flashing pathetic eyes at sirius, wanting to get up with your boys and open presents.

“the suns not even up yet, come here,” he scolded gently, pulling you against his chest and keeping you there with strong arms around your waist.

james was waking up too, stirred by your whispers and squirming around. he reached for you, resting a big hand on your thigh and gently rubbing circles with his thumb.

“jamie!” you whispered, too loudly.

he shushed you with a kiss, smirking as he watched you struggle in sirius’ strong grip.

“I shouldn’t have expected you would let me sleep in, even on christmas,” remus spoke, his deep voice raspy with sleep.

“merry christmas!” you squealed, breaking free of sirius and throwing yourself onto remus, who was in happy spirits and unbothered by your enthusiasm.

“merry christmas, bunny. how about you and siri go make some hot chocolate while you let james and I get up?” remus asked with a kiss, gently patting your bum.

sirius dragged a fuzzy houserobe on, following you downstairs, to the kitchen for your drinks. snow was dusting down outside, making everything glitter white in your quiet neighborhood in East London.

james waved his wand as he came downstairs, a fire lighting in the hearth, warming the den where you settled down between the boys with your hot chocolate, ready to open presents.

“this one is from all of us,” remus said, placing a rather large box in front of you.

your eyes widened when you noticed the holes in the sides, and when you lifted the lid, a tiny kitten meowed among the blankets.

“oh my goodness!” you lifted the mewling cat out, her fuzzy head nuzzling into you as you cradled her against your chest.

“I love her.”

[cosmik-homo]

Its really kind of fascinating

I dont think i quite Got why hawkeye is so into imperessions- i was just watching the episode, "hawkeye", yknow, and i was idly wondering over mash's obsession w 30s-50s movie stars and such, its intratemporal conversation and how did it sit with its 70s audience, the intertemporal conversation of korea and vietnam and whatnot. But then i started hobbeling aroujd my house at 2am doing hawkeye pierce monologue impressions about emotions that are too big for me to feel, in my own stupid houserobe, and its like oh. You just needed to be someone else, huh.

Also, "thanks, man."

[vaguelydcwnwards]

;; honestly love the dichotomy of tfp scream and es scream in my head. tfp starscream in my brain is all drama and flair with his toxicity paired hand in hand with a Knifecat emoji. scheming and conniving the same way a black widow wearing one of those long, fluffy houserobes is.

then es starscream is (in his head) righteously angry. he still has that flare for the dramatic, but a lot of it is pettiness; if you're going to backstab him and the cause, then fine, he'll do it back to you, and he'll laugh in your face about it. he wants you to know exactly who's dragging you down and why exactly he's doing it. i imagine he's also more impulsive than tfp scream can be, much more emotionally driven (not to say tfp scream isn't emotionally driven, just that es scream is moreso).

[flashhwing]

WHY IS ANDERS HERE. JUST STANDIN. IN HIS HOUSEROBE. HELLO????????

[fishmech]

houserobe. bathrobe if its designed to be absorbent while being in the same style.

RB to see how others think-- also, what territory you're from and version of English you speak! (this is to settle a thing I am pondering)

[presley523]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SOLD - Disney Junior Mickey Boy Robe Size 3T.

[thespiceboy]

So in love with my new house robe. It’s silky smooth and extremely comfortable. Also, it’s been such a busy few weeks, But I had time to study @madonna ‘s album and it is THE best album of 2019 so far. It’s also the number one album in the world! Congrats your madgesty! #houserobe #maninblack #madonna #madamex #numberone #relaxing #lifeisbeautiful #behappy #mindful https://www.instagram.com/p/BzHafBShX_P/?igshid=9hsr955ngcq8

[gentlemaninnewyork]

green tea in a green cup. I think I'm onto something here... 🍵 #greentea #green #mug #kitchen #nikeslides #zen #zenmoment #tiles #lines #latergram #pixel3 #jammies #comfort #nike #robe #houserobe #teatime #flipflops https://www.instagram.com/p/BubUpGpBG9d/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1avcoefpxpxdr

[cosmik-homo]

theres something so powerful about wearing an actually matching pjama for once. who are you, depression? i have a little suit that has the same strewbarry print on the buttoned, big collared shirt , and on the pants. and a big houserobe and nightcap (wooly hat with pompom, actually, but). you have no power over me!

[maroontragedy]

someone did this for sskk, but I think atsushi was in that blue nightshirt (??) and akutagawa in this fabulous nightgown/houserobe

I can't find the artist anymore, though </333

akutagawa walking with a candle holder around his house at night bc he's particular about saving electricity. silly little guy