#I love dressing him up ok

[katrasining]

As soon as I saw Neon Violet, I knew what I had to do..

[vampfanged]

NOW THAT FRIGHT NIGHT HAS PASSED I CAN TELL EVERYONE ABOUT HOW FUN IT WAS!

I HATE HOW THE VIDEO DIDNT PICK UP ON WHAT HE SAID 😭 HE ASKED ME "are we really doing this?" and told me to grab his hands im going insane

(LITERALLY SOMEONE GIVE THIS SHOW ACTOR A GOLD STAR FOR MATCHING BEEJ'S ENERGY SO WELL, THE VOICE, THE LOOKS EVERYTHING.)

I came back later for 2nds, 3rds, 4ths and MORE. He complimented my dress, and kissed my hand, we planned a (joke) honeymoon, he literally came to me and my friend while we were thinking of where to go next, handed me 2 business cards and went back to his meet n greet area. I WISH I RECORDED EVERYTHING IM SOBBING

extra tid bits i managed to snap before the event shut down wink (plz someone find this show actor and my life is yours/j/or is it?/j)

[starrysharks]

i am the cattt just chillin outt but in the night she's all i think aboutttt

[amphirrhvx]

been seeing a lot of mk1 johnny in a dress lately. cagematch johnny deserves to be in one too!

closeups under cut as always (+ what inspired me to draw this lol) <3

[imthursdaysyme]

Latino Wayne and Eddie

[unnonexistence]

it's true that hermann's clothing aesthetic is mostly something along the lines of "dorky professor," but i think it's really more like 80% dorky professor, 20% military surplus. (that 20% is probably all ppdc gear, but the Aesthetic™ of the ppdc gear is milsurp).

like, hermann's a practical guy. he cares more about the function of his clothes than the appearance (see: glasses cord, oversized parka). he's also been working for the ppdc since he was in his mid-20s. you can't tell me he doesn't own, like, fleece quarter-zip tops in neutral colours and too-big "one size fits all" sweatpants with "P.P.D.C." stamped on the side.

[gipitothefrog]

Fairytale

Word count: 1535

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius flopped back on his bed. It was summer. And it was hot.

He brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen over his face, and stared at the ceiling. The same ceiling that he saw every single day since he was a child, and his stupid mother had locked him up here.

“It’s tradition,” she had said. Tradition my arse, Sirius thought. Presumably, Regulus had gotten the same treatment. Ideally, he had escaped before they were able to. Sirius hoped so.

There was never much to do. Some days, some weeks, he just looked at the same spot on the ceiling, pretending it wasn’t the ceiling he was used to. Instead, some cozy place with a door and one story. And maybe a nice garden. A garden would be nice.

Some days, he sewed. Every once in a while his father, or his mother, or Merlin forbid his wretched cousin came and brought new fabric and food. So, y’know, he didn’t starve.

Honestly, I’d rather starve to death than be up here.

But anyways, sewing. He mostly did dresses, since he thought they were much more elegant and pretty than tunics or whatever he was supposed to wear. He liked spinning the fabric into something like a dream, something like how he imagined life would be like if he was anywhere else. Sometimes he would find lace or beads at the bottom of the baskets his family members brought up. He believed that was from Narcissa. She hadn’t liked the tower thing either, especially when some slimy bloke named Lucius came to “rescue” her.

The worst part was, if he ever did get “rescued,” he’d just have to go back and live with all of them and see them. All the time. But for now, it was just wallowing in self-pity.

Sometimes, for a change of scenery, he went and wallowed out on the balcony. Perhaps some dashing young hero would come and fetch him from his eternal fate and bring him back to his even worse fate with his family. He’d like to think that people were better than that, but from what he had heard(which may or may not be credible since his family was anything but sane), people were driven by money and money alone. It was a sad existence.

Sirius was so caught up in his wallowing he didn’t notice the sound of hooves coming towards him. Most of the time, he would hide and peer at the possible prospect, to see if they looked like a suitable candidate. They mostly didn’t.

And when they did, of course they never wanted to climb up the stupid tower to save him. Save is used as a loose term here, by the way; his family really is just that horrible.

But anyway, he didn’t have time to check if this was a suitable whatever, blah blah blah. He didn’t even notice the person at all, until they tried to speak to him.

“Er… do you need any help? You seem rather… stuck up there.”

Sirius jumped. He looked down at the person, and he thought he was hallucinating, because at the foot of his tower was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He was tall (probably. It was hard to tell from this angle), and tan, and had messy blonde hair and amber eyes and a scar running across his face that went down his neck and disappeared under his shirt and Sirius just had to see the rest of it and- oh right. He was supposed to say something.

“Oh!” he squeaked. He cleared his throat. “Well, now that I think about it, yes. I do need some help. Please,” he added.

The man scratched the back of his neck. “Do you know how I can help you? Because I don’t know if I can climb up there.”

Yes, I most certainly know how you can help me, Sirius thought. This is not what he said, because that was definitely not what the man meant. 

“Well, I know there’s a way to get up, but I just don’t know what it is, exactly. My family will bring things up, sometimes, but they’re always just here when I wake up. Don’t know how they do it.”

“Do you happen to have extremely long hair?” the man asked. Sirius looked at him quizzically. He did care about his hair very much, but it wasn’t extremely long.

“Sorry,” the man apologized when he saw Sirius’ face. “My friends Wilhelm and Jacob make up stories, and… actually, not important. Um, maybe there’s a door around here somewhere?”

He started going around the tower, looking for an entrance. “Ah ha!” he exclaimed. Sirius couldn’t see, but he assumed he found a door or something of the like. “Alright, let me just- oh, it’s locked.” It was quiet for a moment, and Sirius thought he might have genuinely given up over a locked door. But then, there was a crashing sound that sounded suspiciously like what Sirius thought a door being kicked open would sound like.

There were quick footsteps coming up towards him. Sirius looked around, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, the floor in front of him swung up. Sirius stumbled back in surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the man said, offering a hand to help him up. “I’m Remus.”

“Sirius,” Sirius breathed out, taking Remus’ hand. It was wonderfully rough and calloused.

“Yes, I’m being serious?” the man said, apparently confused.

“Oh, no, I mean, that’s my name. I’m Sirius. Like the star?” Sirius explained.

“Oh, I see. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sirius.”

“Nice to meet you too, Remus.” Sirius looked at the hatch on the floor. “I can’t believe it was so easy to get out of here all this time.”

“Did you never try to watch people leave from here when they visited you?”

“I always fell asleep, it’s not my fault!” he responded defensively.

“Well, that’s why I’m here now. Shall we go?”

“Right, let me just gather my… things.” He went and pulled out a few of his favorite dresses.

“Oh, Sirius, these are so beautiful! Where did you get them?”

Sirius flushed. “Well, actually, I made them.”

Remus simply gaped at him.

“You can have one, if you like,” he offered. Remus seemed to regain his ability to speak, and shook his head, saying,

“Oh, I don’t really like dresses that much, mostly because I prefer a larger range of movement. You do, y’know, dealing with wolves and all that. Besides, I’m sure you look much better in them than I ever would.”

“Wolves?” Sirius wondered aloud.

“Oh, yes,” Remus nodded his head. “That’s what I do. Deal with wolves, I mean. People around here seem to have a lot of trouble with them, for some reason. I don’t see why; they’re normally pretty nice when you get to know them. Just a lot of misunderstandings that I help sort out.”

“Is that where you got your scar from?” Sirius blurted out.

Remus looked taken aback. “I’m sorry, it was rude to ask, I didn’t mean to–”

“Oh, no it’s fine,” Remus assured him. “Yes, the scar is from a wolf. Of some sort.”

“I’m sorry.”

Remus’ eyes softened. “It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“So, shall we go?”

“I suppose we shall.”

Back outside the tower, for the first time in five years, Sirius felt free. But only for a moment.

“I suppose you’ll want to collect the money now,” Sirius said glumly.

“Money?” Remus asked. To Sirius’ surprise, he didn’t sound greedy. More… curious.

“Yeah, you know? Rescue a Black from a tower, you get to marry them and get a ton of money and live with their amazing, spectacular, wonderful family for the rest of your life.”

“That doesn’t sound very appealing. Didn’t your family lock you up in the tower to begin with?”

“Well, yes, it’s tradition. Or something. Probably so they don’t have to deal with a bunch of pugnacious teens.”

“Well, I won’t be doing that. You can come live with me. Or don’t it’s your choice.”

Sirius stared at him. “You don’t want ‘a grand sum of money’? Because that’s what they’re offering. Their words, not mine.”

“No, I’m alright.”

“So I can come with you?”

“If you’d like.”

“Do you have a garden?” Sirius asked. 

“No, but we can make one.” He’d said we, not you. That made Sirius smile.

“Well, I already know what I want to plant. Roses, and pinks, and rapunzel–”

“Did you just say rapunzel? Oh, you have to meet Wilhelm and Jacob, they’ll love you.”

“So, um, are you… courting me?”

Now it was finally Remus’ turn to stare in surprise. “I– I mean I can be, if– if you want me to, but I mean, I wasn’t, I wasn’t going to suggest it, but I’d like to if you want to, but I mean we don’t have to, but I mean I’d like to, so…” he trailed off.”

“Yes, you may court me if you like, Remus. In fact, I request that you court me.”

Remus breathed out a sigh of relief. “Your wish is my command.”

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ok so yay! i really liked this one i think it's my favorite.

a few things:

wilhelm and jacob are the brothers Grimm. they wrote many fairytales such as rapunzel, cinderella, the little mermaid, ect

rapunzel is a plant. i'm a fairytale nerd so you KNOW i read the original and i was like "yep gonna have to reference that" when i saw the prompt lollll

pinks is a flower (like. THE cottage flower)

and this is the outfit that sirius is wearing btw:

this is exactly what he was wearing.

the end!!!!!! :D

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

saga of "what if spader was Unnamed Baby". i dont think he is cuz he isnt the same color. but it would be, really funny. it would add such a fun LAYER to his reactions to dark magic AND TO PEP. “THOSE ARE ALL RUMORS. but he WAS a powerful dark wizard” <- guy whose siblings actually got cursed by that guy.

[little-cereal-draws]

Ok I’m pretty sure it’s been said before but Puss has absolutely no identity outside of “the legendary puss in boots.” Like none whatsoever. The legend has gotten so big that even he can’t live up to it.

The most obvious example of this is when Kitty confronts him at the wishing star. After confessing that she thought she could trust him again, she says, “but you’re just the same old puss in boots” and on the verge of tears he exclaims, “but I’m not!! I am not puss in boots! I am not-“ Kitty rolls her eyes and says, “what? The legend?” And puss just crumples. He’s viewing this persona that’s he’s made as a separate entity, as something he has to live up to and strive to be, not who he really is. Another example of this is as Puss is leaving mama Lunas in the beginning. Perrito asks, “pickles, you’re puss in boots?” And he responds, “not yet, but I will be.” He believes that if he gets his lives back, he’ll be able to once again live up to ppls expectations of him and become puss in boots. He is not puss in boots, that’s smth he has to become.

After his panic attack, he admits to perrito that without his lives he is nothing and we see in the beginning of the movie that those extra lives are what let him be a “fearless hero.” So wo the lives he can’t be a hero and wo being a hero he is nothing. He has no identity outside of that. Also in the cave of lost souls, one of his past lives says “oh, the legends still big, gato. It’s YOU who got small.” which I think fits this whole situation really well. This whole idea of puss in boots has gotten way too big for him to handle and he’s lost wo that script to follow.

He needs so badly for ppl to like him and he’s poured so much time, energy, and lives into it that he doesn’t know who he is wo it. And we see as soon as that identity is taken away at mama Lunas, he becomes extremely depressed and aimless.

But now he’s got friends who actually love him for him, not the legend, but still ended the movie choosing to carry on as puss in boots. I’m interested to see how his character will change because of that. Will he find a balance between his persona and who he really is? Will he explore aspects of himself outside of being a hero? Maybe pick up a hobby or smth that’s just for him, not for public display? Idk we’ll just have to see.

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[de1-os]

https://www.tumblr.com/tsrriefriedrice/723061541154537472/finally-finished-a-little-design-for-how-i-see

I present my Kylar

Hehehehehehehehe he's soooooo cute n squishy in your design!!! He's like a Sour apple starburst

[grahamcarmen]

[cluescorner]

Terry you've gotta start treating Dana better istg. I can excuse the fact that you are a Batman who kills people but I draw the line at mistreating your genuinely lovely girlfriend.

[heroswine]

ok so i hadn’t been watching hermitcraft for a while & i’m getting caught up so i’ve only just now watched the bot battle and…. the rendoc sniffer costume………… i can’t

[shootinwebs]

thought i'd make a more isolated and also sexier version of one of those trans angel edits in my last post because this one is just so "trans as in fuck you." feel free to use as an icon or header or whatever sounds fun.

[storiesbyjes2g]

Who is your favourite sim to CC shop for and what's your latest find for them/him/her?

Thanks for the question! Finally at my desktop to answer this! I honestly can't decide who I love dressing more, Nadia or Nick, so let's do them both! Can you say bonus??

Nadia has this sexy classic vibe going, and I love finding things that are either meant to be vintage or super conservative and put them on her because she has this uncanny knack for making everything look amazing, current, and unwearable for anyone else lol. And of course, I get really excited when I find her a new suit. Both of us are feeling a bit awkward now that she's not working lol. But every now and then she just needs to dress up.

Nadia has the most specific style out of all my sims. I don't usually shop for her. Her outfits usually jump out at me when I'm shopping for Melany and her never-ending closet lol. There are so many pieces I've downloaded specifically for Nadia that no other sim can wear. This particular outfit above wasn't the last thing I downloaded for her, but it was the last one I saw and knew this was one of those Nadia-only outfits.

Nick's vibe is "swaggy geek" lol. Y'all know he loves a good cardigan. My friends see cardigans and automatically think of him and send me links lol. Every time I find one, I sing, "Niiiiiiick! I got another sweater for yooou!" I have so many cardigans, he can't wear them all, and I halfway hate the summer season because I want to put all the sweaters I've downloaded on him lol. In my mind, his cardigan collection needs its own closet that just may be bigger than Mel's. He's got cardigans for every occasion, as you've seen from his bach party and BK's concert. Who knew they made dressy cardigans? He also loves a good polo/button down, skinny jeans, and hot kicks. This is default Nick. Where he struggles is dressing up, which is probably why he has so many cardigans. He goes with what he knows and makes the best of it. But he's got money now and a good bit a fame, and he really does like clothes. He wants to improve his dressy outfits, and he's already started branching out on his own. We'll meet someone soon who will help him on that journey.

The outfit he's wearing above is the latest addition to his cardigan collection. Is it just me, or does he need a clothing line? 😆 Bonus pics below of his latest fancy party and everyday outfit. 😍