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oh boy! spirit week at school! today is dress as a video game character! i proceed to wear the exact same outfit i've been wearing for actual week.
but it works because its simon henrikssons exact outfit
#bag and all#i only change my pants and my shirt#hoodie is always the same#gloves on too#i have two pairs of jeans i alternate between#sometimes black pants#i also have the ea45 hoodie#i wear it when this one needs to be washed#cry of fear#cof#afraid of monsters#aom#cofaom#video games#spirit week#school#idk#tags galore
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i imagine it's quite chilly in the black sea (for the lack of sun and color), so they're wearing slightly warmer clothes now uwu
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#i was meaning to only draw jay to try and figure out a design for her *once more*#but i was super happy with the first one i did so i drew the boys in slightly changed outfits instead#also yeah im VERY pleased with this outfit for jay. the colors look sooo good and exactly like i imagine them to look#the pants are not straight up green but they have this green ish hue to them that adds a lot i think#quite happy with chip's and gill's outfits too they're very sexy and cool hehe#gill in the turtleneck with short sleeves-- so good. and i gave him a haramaki!!!!!!!!!!! hell yeah the one piece fan in me is happy#and chip in the high waisted pants and these boots-- brooooo. slaying so hard. and he's wearing a proper shirt which is rare#also. there's a lot of typos in the explanations probably. um. yeah. not always looking at what i write#edit: forgot the actual tags whoops#jrwi riptide#jay ferin#jrwi chip#gillion tidestrider#my art#sketch
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is there a name for that trope when someone (usually a girl) in a series has a normal plain jane aesthetic but the goes through The Trauma™️ and turns goth and gets the world's best goth look of all time but then The Healing™️happens and they go back to being completely boring and we're supposed to think that's the good part?
bc i hate that trope its so fucking annoying, like you spent probably 1000s on a new wardrobe thats also cool as hell but you give it up bc recovery made you "realize" its cringey and only for sad people.
when like every long term goth ive known was like "yeah the look and the people who come with it really helped me more than anything, i was so much MORE miserable before why would i go back?"
#sometimes changing your look IS part of the healing process#and sometimes it starts as part of it but really becomes part of your identity#the 'goth is only for like.. depressed people' thing really doesnt get that#it takes a hell of a lot of work physically and emotionally to dress the way you want#when sweat pants and the same shirt you wore yesterday are right there and you dont want to be seen anyway#anyway its not like being goth means youre automatically the peak of mental health#but at my worst i Do Not Bother Dressing#the big boots are a positive step#its not like its never 'just a phase' but...
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I'm thinking about the fact that some of you actually have home clothes based on that poll... I just take my pants and socks off and be done with it when I get home...
#like if I have extra layers on I take them off#the ONLY exception to the home clothes rule is when I dress nice then I change out of that#like I literally spend my days walking around with big shirts and no pants on because of sensory issues with clothes#my younger brother is the inverse where he never wears a shirt but wears shorts#clothing feels Bad
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i was Not prepared for how hard itd be to plan out which clothes to bring to japan
#what the hale OwO#a) im going during the hottest month AND HUMID! b) we will have access to a washer&dryer from day 8 so. i will ik reality only need a 10 day#cycle of outfits? (w room for changes due to weather etc)#but i cannot for the life of me ? figure out ? was is necessary? my brain goes 'duh. pants and shirts obviously' and when i go WHICH! it jus#t goes 'huh? huh?....... huh? sorry im offline'#nohr.txt
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Had a dream that they put me on a men's major league baseball team for "diversity" and they all kept getting mad at me because I couldn't throw the ball as far as them but I could also catch the ball every time with my bare hand
#i used to play softball for years#that was only a small part of the dream#for some reason a lot of the dream was me being mad bc i couldnt find google maps on my phone?#idek where i was trying to go#also instead of changing clothes i would just put more clothes on top of what i was wearing#and i had 3 t shirts and 3 pairs of pants on#seroquel dreams#.bdo
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oh anyway now that i finished the oc poll i totally gotta finish up drawing them in some different outfits bc it will be epic. im working on their autumn/winter designs rn i have 4/5 done BUT i wanna do a bunch of different stuff so it may take me longer than i think lol
#you guys can ignore all this btw this is just me using tumblr as a Rubber Duck to clear up my thought process#i might change up some stuff abt the autumn/winter outfits still#trying to strike a balance between. same but different to their spring/summer looks#like a lot of the hair is the same but slightly longer or more down. and most of them get jackets now. or longer jackets#polaris is the only one that doesnt. i want her to look the least dressed for the cold#bella im having a hard time balancing colors with rn she might be the only one who gets a different color in her outfit#mira i havent started on yet but i already have an idea of what im going to do w her#i always want her to have a cold-shoulder look so thatll stay no matter what lol#al im almost afraid looks TOO casual i feel like i gotta add something to him but idk what#like hes supposed to look casual. but like. the kinda causal where hes trying too hard to look casual. does that make sense?#and saiph. longer jacket means more insufferable hotrods#but his shirt is the same color as his pants still and now that its not a crop top i gotta like#make it clear that its not a jumpsuit. i did find a solution to this however it might be a little too.#whatever its also the opposite of polaris in a way so it works. fire and ice opposites and all
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3/4 of the photos are just me laughing at the absurd posing but !!!! Updated Spinner cosplay!
And the back :)
#the day of i could NOT find my black pants i was v upset and running late#the bee talks#anyways :))) those arent the final gloves... or wig styling... or knee guards... or shirt.... BUT! its v v close to the final goal#also! >:( the anime changed the size of Spinner's swords AGAIN so im just over here crying in refs that dont match#this also goes for his shirt.#ignore the bandages sliding off my arm :) im still being stubborn about sewing them together :))) i like reusing things as much as possible#one day I'll remember the patterning on the boots.... that was not today :))) maybe one day#kept forgetting ro smooth the wig back. instead it flops near my face.... just like when i draw spinner :))))#also yes! the gray part of his shirt does not go all the way down! its really like a little vest? thats sewn on? so strange#i fucking love spinner so much!!! but hes a pain to wear to indoor cons woth the masks and the mask and the wig and the wig cap#im not throwing this in the spinner tag bc im shy but if you find it anyways thats cool :)#im not doing a detail shot of my face on tumbrl lmao thats for my insta cosplay acct only
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Something that will never fail to be funny: when I'm out in public and I'm pretty sure someone's not reading my gender correctly, and then later we run into each other in the men's room and they're visibly confused but trying to hide it because I know I'm in the right place
#This post brought to you by: I talked to people at the gym today#I don't bind when I climb and my shirt is relatively close-fit so I know I don't pass#(was worse with long hair for sure)#One guy I'd been climbing with walked in while I was changing and I was like 'oh hey! :)' and he was like 'o--oh. uh; h-hey? '#But fr though I love my gym bc I know I have not passed a single time while climbing but nobody's been weird about the locker rooms#Probably helps that people usually only change their pants#No one's boutta get naked
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I'm real happy cuz I've really liked all of my new clothes that I've worn so far
#it's nice to have clothes that are cozy and still tolerable sensory wise#i went a full year where the ONLY clothes I owned that were ok for me sensory wise were shorts and tshirts#but I've been slowly adding to my wardrobe#and now I have several long sleeved shirts that I like!#the one I'm wearing right now is even a SWEATER#(a really thin and baggy sweater but still)#and I now have multiple pairs of pants that I like!#again they are mostly all a pretty thin material but still its nice to have something covering my legs when it's cold out#like i live in wisconsin. i can't do winter in shorts and a tshirt#this is the first time in YEARS that I come home and then just chill in my room in the clothes I was wearing#rather than immediately changing into pjs#im so glad ive finally got this figured out lol#autism things#beth posts
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my shirt to pants pajama ratio is horrendous how have i never seen this...
#cause shirts are old pe shirts / summer programs / fucking. a ballet class i had in FIRST GRADE#while shorts are just my pe shorts which...theres not many#plus one pair of actual pants i got from a thrift store that are like wayyyy too big for me but super soft and has a belt part to tie so its#fine#but ummmm yea...i never noticed cause pjs i wear multiple times since like im only sleeping in them lol but now im showering and changing#everyday and putting all my clothes in the dirty pile even jumper i wore once...i need to find Balance...
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Imagine Gojo setting a condition to his Clan for him to give them an heir. "It's HER or no one." The elders aren't happy that he chose a non-sorcerer, but they reluctantly agree... that is, if Gojo manages to convince you.
“Come here-...I’m far from done, kitten.”
God, Gojo still makes you nervous, with his mouth buried between your legs for longer than you can even imagine. Why are you still so nervous? Is it the proximity? Is it the way he leans in to make eye contact while he licks you? Is it those blue piercing eyes? Or that immensely amused smirk that twists his lips just enough so he can keep eating you out?
"Mmmmm... stop moving so much, (Y/N). We are making a mess of my desk..." he purrs, all too pleased to watch your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "That’s my good girl..." the man between your legs, praises, "my future bride to be...-"
"T-...that's still u-...under discussion, S-Satoru." Your quivering protests are sweet chords of music for him, "I already t-.... told you that I d-don't want to be part of the jujutsu world.... nor b-belong to a-.... any clan."
"Not any clan, pretty. MY clan."
You hear him slurp greedily at your folds and feel a warm trick of saliva run down your ass, and when your mouth is about to throw another protest-... Satoru Gojo makes a vacuum on your quivering clit with that annoying mouth of his. Your thighs tense and the muscles of your stomach follow, a quake that rakes your entire form, making you a pathetic mock of a human.
Both your hands fly to cover your mouth and Satoru chuckles deep, amused rumble that cracks the rest of your self-control. Your cheeks grow in the most adorable shade of pink, and your breathing hastens.
"So CUTE~"
Satoru whimpers, dumb founded, his broad chest puffing with so much fervor, so much blinding endearment that he feels like about to explode. He can see the doubt in your beautifully contorted features, and he dips his tongue inside you, fucking you with that fat tongue to try to make you agree to his terms, to be HIS.
Dammit! You feel… amaaaaaazing. Why? It’s like a flip inside you only he can switch at will—... even so, he’s dangerous, you remember. He’s a special grade sorcerer, you remember. He’s a mystery, he’s unpredictable—he’s invincible, unreadable, impenetrable and lethal with a playful smile, and you really know absolutely nothing about him.
Yet, he insists that you belong together. He insists on putting his child inside you, he insists that he will take care of you and his life will be yours. He insists that you belong in his world and if you're not there, he won't be there either. He insists on fucking you stupid every chance he gets, bending you over surfaces, of course! Always putting his coat or his shirt or any piece of his clothing, just so your skin never comes into contact with any unworthy surface. He insists, he insists and insists and insists...
“Fuck—” he growls, grabbing your hips, “—why are you... h-how do you manage to always have me wrapped around your little finger—?”
“I want you, Satoru-u... but I can't-”
He stops you with a soft but firm, squeeze to your waist.
“Not like this,” he pants, tipping his head to slowly lick a strip down your sweet cunt, a farewell caress, the whisper of a kiss to his last effort before lunch time is over and he can try again, later. “Let me pretend just for a little longer that you said yes—"
Your gaze drops to his trembling thighs and the warmth that settles in the pit of your tummy is intensified by the clear drop of precum shining at the tip of his gloriously thick and long cock, now achingly swollen and a mouthwatering shade darker in color than the rest of him.
“I'm yours, Satoru-” you offer in a quiet whisper and can feel him shake his head. “You aren't.... but I’ll make you change your mind. You, just watch me, kitten."
➡️ 👀 NSFW Sneak Peek artwork HERE ;)
➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this story
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here with my monthly-ish phase of really really REALLY wanting to just entirely commit to 2000s fashion
#like yes y2k but Also like how alt kids dressed too….#like yeah skinny low rise jeans and bedazzled Everything and glitter and color and tiny shirts#but also. smudged eyeliner from the night before and baggy pants and an old tee and those rubber wristbands#all of it man#the only thing is that i have a tendency to actually put effort into my outfits for a few days and then do pants + top + sneakers and leave#for months straight afterwards LMFAO#but like cmon. imagine it.#yes i know i rarely even leave myself enough time to put on a necklace (much less change my earrings or put on rings/bracelets/etc)#but. what if…..
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A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte
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[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.
(First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."
(Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.
(Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.
(Fourth panel): The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.
(Fifth panel): Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.
(Sixth panel): The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."
(Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”
(Eighth panel): Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain. But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"
(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."
(Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.
(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"
(Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."
(Thirteenth panel): The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."
(Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks. Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]
This description was written and provided by Hiwi.
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god I love good thrift stores with changing rooms
#the one thrift store within 25 minutes of me closed their changing rooms during covid and haven't reopened them#and the only stuff that they kept that fit me was like. old women's businesswear#but i found one in the bigger city near me that has good changing rooms and UGH what a dream#ive only gone twice and ive gotten so much good shit#i think the only thing missing from my wardrobe is a pair of good overalls and a nice utility jacket or two#i found cargo pants today that i grabbed on a whim and when i tried them on#they fit oversized on me the way typical oversized clothing fits on skinny models#fucking INCREDIBLE#AND they were high waisted with good pockets#whew. can still hardly fucking believe it and that was only one thing i got#i dont like fashion very much but ive started limiting my ''outfit inspo'' stuff to ONLY models that are my weight or more#and its given me the Itch To Thrift#the only thing i STILL cannot find is a nice white tshirt that isnt see through but tbh i think i need to get that at a department store#bc the only bra brand that fits me well that i have rn is black so. it needs to be a really thick shirt lol#anyway. very happy
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so uh i'm thinking about ex-boyfriend!nanami. you broke up with him 3 years ago but he's never been able to move on. he's tried everything. everything under the sun, and none of it has ever worked.
he isn't even sure if forgetting you is what he wants. he thinks he wants to let you live in the spot carved out for you in his heart, whether that hurts him or not.
and when you run into him in the lobby of your apartment building? one thing leads to another and you find yourself splayed out on the couch obscenely, the oversized shirt you were wearing hiked up to your waist as you slowly part your legs for him.
the world blurs around you.
all you can think about is this very moment.
the significance of what you’re doing is entirely palpable to you. you’re inviting him in, not just to your house, but into your heart again.
breathing heavily, your eyes follow his every movement in anticipation as his fingers dance across your inner thighs.
his hands slip underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers sliding in between your slick folds. you tense a little at the sensation as he parts them, the rough pads of his fingers prodding the sensitive bud of nerves that makes you shiver and whine.
“god,” he groans. “i’ve fucking missed this pussy.”
you let out a little laugh at the foul language that slips from his tongue. it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice, and even longer since you’ve felt his touch.
“missed your cock too, kento,” you murmur, eager to show that you’ve been equally longing for him, if not more. you want to hear more of him, so you reach your hand out to palm at his erection. he’s rock hard, and there’s a little wet spot on his pants from the precum.
“fuck,” he mutters, tilting his head back. “it’s been a while.”
you giggle at that, a little woozy from the wine. “it’s been a while for me too.”
“n-no, you don’t understand,” his grip on your hips tightens as he struggles to maintain his composure. “you were the last.”
oh.
your eyes widen at that revelation, stopping your movements to fully look at him. “w-why haven’t you—”
for the second time tonight, you find yourself in complete disbelief. you were the last person he slept with? that had been more than 2 years ago - way more than enough time for things to change, for someone else to come along.
but then again, nanami’s always been a serious man, and by extension, that applied to his love life too. never one to seek out casual hookups, that man dated to marry.
“i didn’t want anyone else. only you,” he murmurs. “that hasn’t changed.”
your heart is not the only thing that clenches at the raw sincerity in his voice.
“say it again,” you whisper. “i want— i want to hear you say it again.”
“i only want you.” nanami must have realised how much you needed to hear that, the same way he had needed your confirmation earlier, because his voice is more resolute this time. “and this—” his hand moves to cup yours, guiding your movements as he slowly drags your hand over his cock. “s’all for you, sweetheart.”
one hand reaches for the back of your neck, holding you tenderly as he peppers kisses on your lips and all over your neck.
the other hand, though, moves deviously between your thighs, a singular digit plunging into your soaked cunt.
nanami relishes the way you gasp into his mouth, back arching off the couch as all sorts of pretty sounds drip from your flushed lips.
i love you.
i still love you, after all this time.
he doesn’t say it out loud - no, it isn’t the right time.
but he repeats it loudly enough inside his head, hoping that somehow, you might hear it too.
a/n: this is part of my upcoming work: i never moved from where you left me (nsfw)
there are apologies to be made, lost time to reclaim, and parts of each other waiting to be rediscovered. and yet, you know him like an old song. you know the words, carved into the lining of your skin, you know its melody, a soft hum that echoes in the chambers of your heart. nanami kento is that lingering rhythm, that pained harmony, existing deep within the cracks of memory and longing - an unfading symphony in your soul.
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