#liam ;; wardrobe

[hydravns]

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH & THE WARDROBE (2005) Dir. Michael Apted, Joe Johnston & Andrew Adamson

[heartofroses112]

okay was someone going to tell me that fucking Aslan was voiced by Liam Neeson or was i supposed to find that out myself from the credits??!?!

[cardinalfirefly]

Wake up babies bearded liam is back

[darlingian]

People don’t talk enough about the wardrobe in Shameless. Like yes, we all are somewhat aware of the shirts that Ian and Mickey share. But like, Ian has the same winter jacket for at least 4 seasons!! (Long and navy with the orange lining)

Liam’s diaper bag is a really old 90s style one that I bet had been used with every kid since Fiona. 

Fiona has little holes and snags in her clothes. 

Carl almost constantly has stains.

There’s an off white long sleeve half button shirt that Ian wears in season 1 and Mickey wears all the way in season 11. 

It’s an effing wild attention to detail. Because of course clothes for that family (and associates) aren’t things you can easily spend money on and if it ain’t ruined, it’s still wearable. 

[apricusapollo]

my mom just told me my dad almost fell in a hole,,, welcome back liam dunbar ig wtf😭

[arachnidiots]

liam’s going to school standard looks! more of their colorful wardrobe comes out here, but they’re also a little restricted in some ways. considering they’re always dropping by the lab, they’ve got to abide by lab safety regulations by wearing closed toed shoes, long pants, and a lab coat. most of their fun pieces are jackets, they’ve got a whole collection of unique and colorful pieces that you just wouldn’t find in anyone else’s closet. but since the jacket comes off for lab, this also goes for shirts, shoes, and pants with them often having a fun pattern to them or simply being colorful.

@lvebug sent ☠️ for a everyday going to school uniform for liam

[thatbooknerdfr]

My oc Liam

Bro is always hitting on his friends

Literally the GLUE of the group

BRO DOESN'T HOLD BACK

only let's his friends talk about him buut if some random bitch talks shit his

ass is going off

Flirting with Jeremiah>>>>

(I can't stop making ocs who flirt with their friends🥲)

Makes new friends every 2 secs

Still thinks about that time Wyatt bullied his cousin

Italian food>>>

Well like anything cooked by his grandma>>>

His grades tho👀

Bro Annoys Wyatt every 5 seconds

[camyfilms]

THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE 2005

Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written.

[prerodinu]

Liam Petrov Wardrobe 

Liam has a unique sense of style seeing as though he doesn’t really give a flying fuck. Leather jackets, studs and cut off vests and flannels make up most of his wardrobe. However he tends to not wear a shirt when he can and really show off all of his tattoos. He doesn’t care and wears whatever he wants. 

[battlefortrash]

NEW EPISODE OUT NOW!

[manizerold]

liam moon, 34-38, bisexual/biromantic, street racer.

siwon park, 30-33, homosexual/homoromantic, tech company founder/president/ceo.

[hydravns]

LIAM NEESON as ASLAN THE LION in THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe (2005)

[thyfggfy]

It is finally time to talk about THE boy , MY boy - Scott McCall.

When we see him for the first time he dresses as a pretty average teenage boy . His clothes are baggy , comfortable and being stylish is clearly the last thing on his mind.

Lots of basic zip-up hoodies

long sleeves under short sleeves

t-shirts with random graphic designs (if wearing these is not an universal teenage guy experience , I don't know what is)

and a hooded leather jacket here and there.

It is also imprtant to note that Scott did the the little red riding hood reference FIRST . In the very first episode , mind you !

At the start of season 2 Scott has obviously went through a lot which forces him to mature a little bit and that is reflected in his appearance .

He is not wearing anything new , really . He actually has outfits that are pretty similar to what we've seen in the previous season .

It is just that his clothes are a bit more well fitting now.

In season 3 though is when he REALLY updates his wardrobe . Which is very appropriate since this the season when he tries to improve in all regards of his life.

He starts wearing some nice jackets

long sleeve shirts (ignore the blood on the blue one)

a good variety of button - ups (and downs)

and some VERY cute hoodies (for real though. Look at him in the red one . He looks so HUGGABLE)

Parts : Scott.2

Jackson ; Derek ; Liam ; Mason ; Theo ; Stiles.1 , Stiles.2

[vivwritesfics]

Everybody Wants To Rule The World

Chapter Three - The Barracks

Oscar Piastri worked for a criminal organisation. It wasn't the life he wanted, wasn't the life he had chosen for himself. But, like those before him, he didn't have any other choice.

He was just a rookie in the Verstappen organisation. He got stuck with the shitty jobs, like watching over Verstappens latest intake, a petty criminal who makes stealing cars look hot.

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The room was a box. There was a bed and a wardrobe and little else. But Y/N could live in it if it meant not paying rent, she had bigger things to deal with.

"So, when do I get paid?" She asked before Oscar had a chance to leave the room.

Oscars had stilled on the doorknob. "I don't know," he said and went to close the door once again.

But it seemed she wasn't getting the hint. "Well, when do you get paid?"

This time, Oscar stared straight at her. "I don't get paid," he said stiffly and, again, went to leave the room.

And, again, he was halted by her talking. Well, this time she laughed, and then she talked. "Verstappen doesn't pay you? You poor poor sucker," she said and laid back on her new single bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I hope you at least asked to get paid. Wait, that would actually make it more sad."

Finally, Oscar shut the door.

Finally alone, she sat up and pulled her phone from her pocket. There were thirty texts from her father, all of them saying the same thing. We need beer.

Living here, in the compound, wasn't ideal, but she'd do anything if Verstappen was willing to pay her. But her father was at the apartment they shared, alone and unable to leave. She'd have to go back to the apartment at some point, back to collect her things. It was something she was dreading, facing her dad for the last time.

She didn't come out of her room for the rest of the night. Oscar was the only one to notice as he walked through the halls, getting his usual work done. He hadn't expected this from her; Oscar had thought her the type to be wandering the halls, exploring from the minute he left her alone.

Maybe she needed time to settle in. At least, that was how he justified it when he left her alone.

Half an hour after leaving her in her bedroom, Oscar was down in the dining hall, plate of food in his hands as he went to take a seat with Logan, his best friend.

Now, let me explain how the Verstappen compound works. There was the main building, where Verstappen had the offices of his men. Charles had his own office and Daniel had his own office. There were rooms full of files, rooms full of weapons and more. All of Verstappens men worked out of the offices, in varying rooms.

Connected to the office, the building Y/N had first been taken into, was the garage. It was run by Liam Lawson, who, as everybody else was eating dinner, was moving Verstappens prized car collection to the building next door.

That building was Verstappens house. It was the biggest house on the property, even though Versteppen only shared it with his two Persian cats. The property had two other houses that weren't shared by multiple people. Daniel Ricciardo's house and Charles Leclerc's house.

The biggest building on the property was nicknamed 'the barracks'. It was where most of Verstappens men lived. Most of them had nowhere else to go, so, like Oscar, Logan, Liam and now Y/N, they lived in 'the barracks'.

The basement of the barracks was where the dining hall was. Where Oscar currently was.

He looked around, searching for her not yet familiar face, but she was nowhere to be seen. "You okay?" Logan asked, digging into his own food. If anyone was going to notice that something was up with him, it was Logan.

Arthur Leclerc sat opposite the two of them. He lived in his brothers house but often ate in the barracks with the rest of the men, his way of socialising. "Is it true that there's a new girl?" He asked.

Nodding his head, Oscar stood up. He had only eaten maybe three bites of his food, but he didn't care as he walked up the stairs and out of the dining hall, heading towards the second floor.

He knocked on Y/N's door and pushed it open. When he walked in she was dressed in a jacket, looking like she was ready to go somewhere.

Oscar placed the food down on the end of her bed. "Where are you going?" He asked with a frown as he leaned against the doorframe.

Saying nothing, Y/N shovelled the food into her mouth and dropped the plate back onto her bed. She pushed past him and marched down the hall.

With no other choice, Oscar followed her. "Hey!" He shouted as she kept walking, down the stairs and out of the barracks. "Wait!" He shouted, stepping out into the cold, England air. Without a jacket a shiver ran down his spin, but he kept going. "You can't just leave!"

"Technically I'm working," she said as she walked into the garage.

Liam made a move to climb out of Verstappen's 1991 Aston Martin V8 Vantage, to stop Y/N from reaching into the tool box, but one look at Oscar trailing behind her and he stopped. Either Oscar was trying to pick up this girl, or she was Verstappen's newest employee (the latter of which being most likely).

Y/N pocketed the tools she needed and left the garage, leaving the compound through the main building. "Give it a rest for the night," Oscar said, the night air biting as he followed out of the main building.

He watched as she surveyed all of the cars on the street outside of the compound. "Most of these belong to us," he said, gesturing back at the compound.

"Okay then," Y/N answered and began walking up the street, not caring of Oscar was following.

She walked up a couple of streets before she found her victim. The streetlight was busted and she couldn't see any cameras on the car. Y/N easily broke into it, Oscar climbing into the passenger seat. He didn't care when she took him, as long as they ended up back at the compound.

Before they drove off, Y/N sorted the music. She attached her phone to the aux cord and pressed shuffle on a playlist labelled Car Jams.

At first, Oscar heard nothing. But then the piano started. It wasn't a song Oscar recognised, but Y/N sang along to every word, tapping the steering wheel with her palms.

"I've got the old man's car," she sang with a grin. "I've got a jazz guitar."

Oscar just listened, head pressed against the window.

They weren't driving for very long before they arrived at their destination. Y/N pulled up outside of an apartment complex, killed the engine and turned her attention to Oscar. "If the police come, run," she said and climbed out of the car.

But Oscar climbed out too. "The police aren't going to arrest me," he said, following her towards the building. "Besides, you're not going in there on your own."

"Well you're not coming with me."

"Yes, I am."

"This is private, so piss off," she said, resisting the urge to push him. Her resolve was lessening moment by moment.

Oscar didn't care. His face of stone said that much. "Fine! Fine, but once we're up at the apartment, wait outside."

There was a silent please on the end of that sentence, one she couldn't bring herself to say. But Oscar heard it. He nodded his head, agreeing, and followed her inside of the building.

If he thought the barracks were bad, this was another level. The light in the lobby flickered as they made their way up to the stairwell. The stairwell which had damn walls and wet stairs. Where the water was coming from, Oscar couldn't tell. But he followed Y/N up several flights until she got to the third floor corridor.

At the first door they got to once they left the stairwell, she turned to him. "Stay here," she said as she pushed a key into the lock and twisted.

Oscar didn't even get a glimpse into the apartment when she went inside. He leaned against the door, listening as Y/N did what she needed to do inside.

The apartment was dark when Y/N walked inside. But it always was. She let out a sigh as she flicked on the light and walked towards her bedroom.

The man sleeping on the sofa didn't even know she was there.

She hummed Fleetwood Mac as she grabbed a bag from her wardrobe and began packing her things away. There wasn't a lot she could fit in her bag to take with her, but she made do.

Once her bag was packed, she made her way to the kitchen and pulled what she needed from fridge and the cupboard, making a quick sandwich. Once she was finished, she let the knife clatter against the plate, waking the man sleeping on the shoulder.

He snorted, his eyes flying open. Grabbing the bat from beneath the sofa, he jumped to his feet and moved towards Y/N. But, as soon as he realised who it was, he stopped. "Shit, you scared me," he said, holding his head.

"Yeah, well I didn't want you starving to death and it being my fault," she replied, somewhat bitterly as she passed him the plate.

He took it from her, biting into the sandwich as he looked at the bag slung over her back. "You going somewhere?" He asked through a mouthful of food.

Y/N nodded her head. "I've found somewhere that's going to pay me to do what I'm good at, what you taught me to do," she replied, arms folded over her chest as she leaned against the counter. "This way I can pay Hamilton back. You just can't let him know, okay?"

"Why not? What're you doing, working for his rival?" He asked through a scoff. When Y/N didn't smile, laugh or deny it, his face dropped. And then he started laughing. "Jesus, kid. You must be suicidal or something."

"Fuck off, dad," she muttered under her breath and held onto the strap of her bag. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm not gonna be here and you're gonna have to take care of yourself, okay?"

He held up his free hand. "Okay, whatever. Just don't get yourself killed."

Saying nothing, Y/N walked out of the apartment, leaving him standing there while he still laughed to himself.

No music played as Y/N drove herself and Oscar back to the compound. Maybe it was because she needed directions, or maybe it was because, whatever had happened in the apartment, it had put her in a bad mood. But Oscar didn't push as he directed her on where to go.

She parked the car in the now empty garage, put the tools she had used to break in and to hotwire it back in the toolbox and marched back to the barracks, bag still on her back.

"I like her," Liam said to Oscar as they watched her go. Oscar said nothing in return as he followed her back to the barracks.

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[justascrollingghost]

If I was Niall I’d start saying ridiculous shit about the lads everytime I was asked about them during promo.

Harry? Well deserved win! He called me the other day cause he locked himself in a wardrobe in ikea again

Liam? God bless his heart but he’s just bought another pigeon and personally I think 53 is too many

Louis? Great new song! I actually had to bail him out of jail last week for trying to fight the teletubbies

Zayn? What a voice! He finally followed his dreams and became a hula hoop instructor I’m so proud of him

[russellsppttemplates]

accidentally walking into the room when liam is on a livestream and fans go crazy over you wear his sweatshirt

The house was colder than usual but yet not cold enough that would justify you turning on the heating or lighting the fireplace, you thought, going to the bedroom to find something cosy and warm to wear. Looking through your wardrobe, one of your boyfriend's black sweatshirts stood out to you, making you grab it and immediately put it on, enjoying the way his cologne wrapped around you and warmed you up. Moving to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea so you could go to the office and study, you couldn't help but wonder if Liam wanted one too.

You heard commotion in his game room when you went to get the sweater, so you got a second mug, figuring that in the unlikely event that he would turn the warm drink down, you'd just have two cups of tea yourself. The warm mug rested on your hands and you walked up to meet him, carefully opening the door so it wouldn't spill and seeing your boyfriend playing.

"Hey, love", he said, taking off his headset, "hey, I made you some tea. I just got home and felt chilly, so I made some", you stretched your arms, not noticing the camera was on and that he was streaming.

"Is this a good time to tell you that I'm on a stream?", he cringed as he saw your wide eyes, "hey! You should've told me from the beggining", you hissed, awkwardly waving to the camera as he sipped on the warm drink, "hey guys!".

The comments stated showing up, catching your attention as Liam pulled you to sit on his lap.

She's wearing his sweatshirt!

Hi Y/N! How are you?

I'm also tired af after uni but Y/N still looks flawless, teach me how you do it pls

I also wanted a tea but I'm home alone, sounds like I have to get it myself then

The way she just has his clothing on and still looks incredible, just look at them

It's the look of love

Lord, it's me again

"Sounds like they like having you here, too", Liam said, kissing your neck as you both looked that the screen, "yes, his sweatshirt smells nice, don't worry. I made sure it was one of the ones I washed on the weekend", you teased.

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