#rings collection- diys

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Worlds apart, heart’s broken in two, two…..

Finished up earlier this one with the gold color wire around the silver wire. Still thinking on the next piece or project pieces that need doing, if time permits.

[demonspeeding666]

Hi guys, i'm showing my little box i've painted and made in high school on summer of this year but with my vibes of red and black and showing pics of how it looks like when it's opened inside with all my jewelry like rings and some cute lemon necklaces

[jor-elthatendswell]

I'm downsizing my DVD collection. This doesn't involve actually getting rid of anything except the cases, for which I'm making my own smaller replacements out of cardboard.

A magazine cover and an old mail order book catalogue have been repurposed as cases for the two discs of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (the 2001 movie).

Blurb for disc 1 reads:

Ignore the upside down legs o' Legolas and concentrate on the fact that "Orlando Bloom" is an anagram of "Adm. Bono O'Rilo", who was my commanding officer in the Made Up Names Navy

Blurb for disc 2 reads:

Ignore all this and pretend I said something about the cave troll and how it's genuine Cockney rhyming slang for "Dave Grohl".

[minimeamigurumi]

sharing the link for the amigurumi pattern to make the Ranni doll

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

[best-of-theworst]

My custom Draculaura doll

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I forgot to post her here! I finished her 3 months ago, and making her took 2 months!

The dress is not perfect by any means! But this project took me out of a pretty bad depressive episode, so for me, it's absolutely perfect!

Here's more about the process and elements of her look! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Her dress is made out of 4 major parts:

The dress itself!

Lolita style white dress with long black sleeves in more of a witchy/goth style. A lot of ruffles and pearl chains!

The belt/skirt thing!

It's a separate part to allow easier dress up! It hooks up in the front, pleated skirt look and two chains on etch side! One black one white, all made out of glass beads!

The clip-on cape!

The cape isn't visible very well on these photos but there's only a drawing of a spider web in on the back, so you're not missing much lmfao! It has two chains hanging from the shoulders, made out of black glass, pink clear and silver beads! (I've used a lot of beads on this project didn't I...) And it uses tailor's snaps, hidden behind the silver heart, to clip on and off!

Petticoat!

A simple layered petticoat used to give she bottom of the dress some needed shape! It made out of, and stay with me on this, the material of dried out wet wipes... OKAY LISTEN. It's the perfect thickness for making petticoats! And by layering them you can create a perfect "sculpting material"! It's so easy to shape and control to achieve the perfect petticoat look!

Shoes!

Now, I know shoes aren't a part of the dress, but they also aren't accessories... so I'll put them here! I can't really explain the process of making them too well... I followed the shoes making steps I saw on the enchanterium YouTube channel! They are truly wizards in making shoes and dolls in general! So definitely check them out! (And they're my fellow polish girlis so dabble check them out!!!)

Accessories:

The bad!

The legendary bag... why legendary? Everyone who saw this doll irl immediately said "oh my god!! I need this bag in human size!!!" And honestly, I agree, it's cool as all hell! It's a simple messenger bag, the flap is layered, black material on the bottom and a weird material I found that kinda looks like a spider web! (I would really love to tell you where I got it from but I have no idea... I collect random trash that could be used in DIY and most likely, that's how I got it! Sorry... but I'm sure you can just Google "material that looks like spider web" and you'll probably find something similar!) It also has 4 belt like things hanging from the bottom of the flap! The two longer ones also have holes on the bottom with two silver rings! No real function, just there to look cool!

Garter!

It looks complicated but it was very easy to make! It's made out of a small piece of ribbon, it has, you guessed it, a chain made out of glass beads!!! And has a small a rose made of a mesh fabric!

The jewelry!

A silver ring, two silver bracelets, and safety pin earrings! A nod to her iconic earrings from gen1!

Wallet!

A piece of cardboard I wrapped up in black fabric and sticked a mesh rose on top! Sadly I got a bit lazy and it's not functional...

Blooding!

I know Draculaura is a vegetarian! Well every other Draculaura is. So she has a blood pudding for lunch! I used some random small cup, and the blooding itself is made out of... glass... beads... AND glue!

The process!

It was really easy! I don't really follow any patterns and I just measured everything by eye... yea, not very professional. So I can't give you a pattern now, but if anyone wants it, let me now! Even if it's only one person! I will get to work and draw the pattern to the best of my ability! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Thanks so much for reading! ♡

[punkeropercyjackson]

Hazel Esther Levesque fashion tingz🫶🏽👾🩷

I am a firm believer in pastel goth,afropunk and kidcore queen Hazel.Yes,all of them at once-She is basically the embodiment of this pic

Hazel is extremely feminine presenting and her autism and baby femme transbian swag caused her to be unsatisfied with the dull clothes she was settled with in her first life.So obviously she tells Nico and Percy about this to vent and they agree to take her out on multiple shopping sprees to sprouse up the wardrobe of their lil princess as soon as Gaea is defeated,Sally and Paul joining them too as they adopted Hazel post-Boo as Sally did Nico in Tlo(Paul x Sally was a very good concept that didn't burn slow enough so i'm giving them what they deserve)

Because the Jacksons as a whole are anti-capitalist,they didn't go to super expensive stores but to thrift shops and family run bussinesses to obtain the Hazel drips.Hazel also makes her own clothes and makeup as Percy teaches her diy and her usual outfit aspects consist of bright colors,pastels,frilly dresses,funky socks/stockings,spikes,loose tops but tight bottoms,parodies of graphic designs and ✨️sparkles✨️.Both with glitter and even her own natural effect she figured out how to do with her gem based powers.She has a whole big box of all the hair accessories she's collected and it's rare she not be wearing at least one of them

Hazel also went through a subtle hair journey throught her introduction series-In Son she had afropuffs,in Moa she had cornrows,in Hoh she had twists,in Boo she had sisterlocks and in Eoe she finally settled on butterfly locs,dying her hair from time to time too but only shades of pink and purple and no other colors.And to complete her look,Percy gave her piercings-Stacked lobes,double cheeks and a pink nose ring!Hazel's battle jacket heavily leans into moreso a bubblegoth theme than traditional punk in it's base material(it's a swirl of darker and lighter colors swirled together and bulky like a hoodie and fluffily textured)but the patches and pins are very much reflective of her punk culture,including a button that says 'Unperson your local authority figure' and a BLM patch

[f4unlette]

𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑑

⌗ bake for other people, like family, friends, colleagues

⌗ watch mukbang videos, informative documentaries about internet phenomenons, history (political, fashion) crime or strange occurrences

⌗ listen to new music and learn more about the artist or the band itself, make new playlists

⌗ watch a gameplay on youtube or play childhood nostalgic video games

⌗ learn new makeup styles, hairstyles and build outfits based off of different fashion styles

⌗ get a homemade manicure

⌗ create your own website (ex. carrd)

⌗ deep cleaning: making your bed, doing laundry, going through a pile of clothing, throwing away old/expired makeup products, de-cluttering, cleaning the bathroom, deep cleaning the kitchen and the pantry by throwing away expired products, cleaning bags, boxes, wallets and pencil cases, changing the aesthetic of your bedroom

⌗ gardening or taking care of house plants

⌗ learn more about certain species of flowers, animals, subjects (like astronomy, philosophy, sociology, biology) and take notes

⌗ make a shopping list for necessities (food, cleaning supplies, hygiene necessities) and wishes (makeup, clothing, collectibles) on paper and by making pinterest boards and sections

⌗ re-watch old nostalgic movies or series (comedy anime like azumanga daioh, lucky star, nichijou, gakuen handsome and saiki k, horror/thriller and comedy movies, novelas)

⌗ read a book, whether it’s classic literature or a comic book

⌗ studying: watching videos, taking notes, reciting out loud

⌗ take an everything shower with music playing. from skincare, to hair care, brushing teeth and body care

⌗ skincare: do a face mask and a gua sha massage, learn more about your skin type and how to take care of it

⌗ make handmade gifts:

paper crafts: stickers, bookmarks, collages, keychains with shrink paper, decorated envelopes (drawings, glitter, paint, gluing things like buttons and lace, 3d open envelope drawings), scenery stands, fake food and objects, strings, drawing posters, paper stars, paper crowns, flower bouquets, realistic camera;

clay crafts: vases, boxes, plates, bowls, spoons, jewelry holders, cups and mugs, charms, rings, playhouses, paint palettes, animal sculptures, candle and incense stands, lighter cases;

crocheting and sewing: hats, gloves, scarves, plushies, keychains, pillow covers/pillows, bags, cup stands, book cases, water bottle bags, pencil cases, creating new clothes out of old ones, mixed/leftover fabric rugs or blankets.

bracelets: patterned, beaded, with a string and buttons;

other: door handle hangers, painted wooden spoons, painted tiles, painted tea bags, pins, painted rocks, decorated journal cases, soap making, altoid wallets, decorate your phone case, hair wraps, decorate a photo frame, recycle an old candle (seashell and can candles), flags, window beads, hair accessories (decorated headbands, hairpins), decorated sunglasses, soda tab friend, bleached t-shirts, surfboard necklace, washi tape, gift baskets.

tiktok: diy ideas when you’re bored

⌗ try out a new sport: ex. badminton, volleyball, dance, swimming, tennis, basketball, martial arts, athletics.

⌗ do pilates or a 1980s workout, play just dance or do a karaoke session

⌗ play a board/card game (monopoly, trivial pursuit, uno, cluedo, guess who)

⌗ take a walk and explore your surroundings

⌗ write down new recipes you haven’t tried yet including the necessary steps to make them and make a grocery shopping list of everything you need

[forsworned]

Crush ft. BlueCollar!Logan Walker

Synopsis: Heavily inspired by the song, Crush by Ethel Cain. Logan is a blue-collar welder employed at his father's metalwork shop located in the downtown area. Reader, who is an artist, experiences frustration with her metal sculpture that is to be showcased later in the month and desperately seeks the help of a professional.

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Not all the lyrics are depicted in the story, BlueCollar!Logan x Artist!Reader, Mentions of Violence, Guns, Drug Trafficking, and Sexual Content, Logan is a Retired Marine

Author's note: Getting way too invested in Logan lately no thanks to @keegansshark , da realesttttttt

His window's already passed, so he's shooting at the glass Keeping guns in his locker, and he denies it Like it's actually important, but he lied 'cause I sure did watch him Showing up wearing black, and he knows that

Sharp, acrid, chemical-like fumes dizzy your mind as you step out of your garage and lift up the cover of your welding helmet to wipe the sweat off your brow. Smoke and dust collect in the air from the galvanized stainless steel that you had been working with for the past two hours and you're realizing that maybe you bit off more than you could chew. Your DIY metal sculpture has not been going as well as you had thought and you're starting to reconsider that taking a trip downtown to recruit some help from your local metalwork shop might be your best bet. It's a straight shot, seven minutes away from your neighborhood, but you really do not want to admit defeat.

You sighed as you card your fingers through your hair and grab your keys, stuffing the fucked up metalwork into the passenger seat and hit the pedal to the metal.

The bell rings as you push open the door and the metallic, pungent smell of multiple fumes clogs your nose. To your right, a man is stuffing his light-wash denim Levi jacket into a blue-rusted locker. His hair is a sandy blonde color cropped down into a grown-out buzz, and his taut arms are littered with tattoos. His black tee is tucked into his jeans and he adjusts his holster to reveal the handgun that's stowed away under his leather belt.

He turns to you and his eyes widen, brows raised as he quickly shuts the door to his locker, but you have already caught a glimpse of the guns that littered the small space. And as alarming as it may have been, you were only fixated on how pretty his hazel eyes were.

"Can I help you?" He treads to the desk that sits right in the middle of the small lobby area, and you suck in a small inhale before approaching him.

The metal sculpture you have been working on clatters on the wooden counter.

"Need some tips and tricks for this piece that I'm doing for an art show later this month, would you be able to service me in that?"

He raises a brow at you. "I don't typically take freelance commissions."

You huff. "Please? I'm desperate."

His eyes flicker to you, giving you a once over and a small smile adorns his face.

"Alright."

His daddy's on death row, but he'll say it with his chest, though His friends move dope, he hasn't tried coke But he's always had a problem saying no His older brother bagged the valedictorian His mother, steady, screaming he should be more like him

A shiver runs up your spinal column when a chilly gust sweeps into the open garage. For May, it's certainly a bit too chilly. But you ignore it as you study how he perfects the fissure you attempted to weld over earlier. A small puff of air leaves your chest and Logan sets down the welder and glances over at you.

You cross your arms. "What?"

He stifles a laugh, scratching the stubble on his cheek with his soot-covered fingers. "You're huffin' and puffin' over there."

"No, I'm not." You mimp at him.

He snickers at your pursued lips. "You are."

In the short time that he has gotten the pleasure to know you, he realizes how short of a fuse you have when it comes to your own artwork. The meticulousness of your piece and how high-strung you become when you can't implement the same technique as him because, duh, he's a professional welder with years of experience under his belt. But regardless, you're throwing your little tantrums and don't think he doesn't notice it. The little finger taps on the metal table whenever your penetration isn't properly bonded, or the eye rolls when he fixes the undercuts you created. It's cute and admirable how passionate you are about your craft and honestly, it really turns him on. Especially when you spend hours perfecting your fusions, even staying after closing time.

But then it's after midnight, and Logan forgets that his friends transport their red tops through the facility in the later hours to pick them up in the morning. You always knew the shop was a little sketchy, so drug trafficking and money laundering had definitely crossed your mind at some point. And yet, you're silent and minding your own at the company that huddles in the large expanse of the garage. A wink is sent your way from the gentleman with pretty wintry hues and you give him a meek smile. You only recognize his older brother Hesh who gives you a good-natured grin while he carries a duffle bag with money sticking out the corners of the zipper.

"Dude, you said nobody would be here." Hesh chides in a low voice.

"My bad." Logan's tone is blase and the sound of Hesh's tongue clicking echoes.

Logan leans against the wall, pushing a cigarette between his lips before he lights it. "She maintains focus on her own assigned tasks."

You narrow your eyes at the statement, sensing that, strangely, it carries enough weight to influence the intimidating group of men. There's an awkward silence until his older brother clears his throat and the palpable tension in the room dissipates.

You continue to make yourself busy, manipulating metal sheets into flower petals. Hesh does a once over at you before he pushes past his younger brother and toward the back, but he can't stop himself from leaving him with a snide remark:

"Make sure it stays that way."

Can you read my mind? I've been watching you (You know it, you know it, you know it's true) Couldn't fight to save your life, but you look so cool Camo' jacket, robbing corner stores Hard odds to beat when you're on all fours Good men die too, oh, I'd rather be with you, you, you

Fortunately for you, you were good on your unspoken rule of minding your business. So much so that you were beginning to befriend their little clique. But they're lingering a little too long around your liking, distracting you when you really should be getting toward the final pieces of your sculpture.

It's hard when they're flexing your taut muscles while showing you their tatted arms and fresh ink under their Saniderm patches.

"What is it?" You cock an amused brow at Keegan.

He gives you a wolfish grin. "A pansy."

You chuckle. "Cause you're a fuckin' pansy?"

He joins in on your laughter. "Hell yeah."

You don't really like prying so you laugh it off knowing there is some deeper meaning behind it. The sound of Logan's throat clears and an icy glare is shot toward the retired Sergeant's way to which he only rolls his wintry hues and pokes your side on his way out. You jolt at his playful gesture and swipe at him, narrowly missing by a few millimeters, as he jogs towards the break room.

Logan leans against the welded steel workbench, sucking on a blue raspberry ice pop as he ogles you. "Should be workin' on your piece 'stead of flirting."

You snort, as you position the sheet metal on your sculpture but it slips out of your nimble fingers and clatters loudly on the ground. A vulgarity leaves your lips as you fumble around to get it, but Logan is quick to pick it up and perfectly welds it on the shoulder of the sculpture.

And for once you're kind of relieved that he's intervened. You quietly inhale, leaning against the workbench as you observe how he sets down the welding tool on the table. A primal sense of jealousy and possessiveness seeps into him as he glances over at you with darkened eyes.

"Your deadline's comin' up."

"I know." You mutter, eyelashes batting up at him with desire.

You notice how his camo compression shirt hugs his physique and you feel the sweat begin to form at the nape of your neck. His eyes glance over at your lips and they involuntarily quiver. The tension is unbearable--palpable even.

He moves closer to you, closing the gap between your forms as he reaches out his calloused hand to gently grasp at your neck. Your breaths mingle against one another while they inch closer, brushing the pillowy flesh of your lips before he devours you. His lips hotly slot against yours and it's dizzying the way he kisses you so feverishly. You waste no time kissing him back as he clears the workbench and lifts your form to sit atop it. The cold steel presses against your bare thighs, but the warmth of his soot-covered hands creates a pleasant contrast as they glide over the flesh of your spine. His other hand threads through your hair and tugs it just right, eliciting a moan as your tongues collide.

Your hand moves to his chest before gently pushing him away, your lips only connected by a string of saliva and your breaths draw ragged. A smirk adorns your dulcet features as you move back to the welding table, and Logan feels captivated by the person he's starting to see.

"Gotta get back to my work."

I owe you a black eye and two kisses Tell me when you wanna come and get 'em I only want him if he says it first to me I wanna, uh, him in the back of his mom's Mercury He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds

Logan has been missing for some days since that night. Hesh on the other hand has been more than happy to fill in the void that his younger brother has left.

"He's been on a business trip." Hesh nudges you as he helps you remove the slag on your sculpture to reveal the clean beading underneath. You perk up at his voice.

"Who?" Although, the both of you know exactly 'who' he was referring to.

Hesh chuckles as he wipes his blackened hands and sets the microfiber towel down to sit on the wooden stool across from you. His emerald eyes are glimmering in the sunlight that reflects from the garage windows. One thing about the Walker brothers is that they shared that coquettish, boyish charm that you couldn't resist. It is brimming with mischief and playfulness with a roughness around the edges.

He glances at his watch. "In about an hour or so."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you feel a yearning pain for his enigmatic presence that is always luring you in for more. Your fingers absentmindedly brush at your lips and the retired Lieutenant narrows his eyes at you.

You're quick to notice that Hesh picks up on your subtle gesture and you swiftly excuse yourself. But he can only snicker to himself when he sees how you hurry off to the courtyard just outside the garage. Your brain inattentively searches for the scent of Marlboro red's. It's a distinct smell; strong and robust in comparison to the menthol's that the other smoke. And you don't know if it's your imagination, but it wafts into your senses. Unthinkingly, you follow it and your eyes ream at the unexpected arrival of the inscrutable man who cooly, draws smoke from his lips, and it unfurls into the air before it evaporates.

His intense hazel eyes never leave yours and you're caught up in them. They're dark, alluring, and spellbinding in the shade of the canopy of the courtyard. He sports medium-wash denim jeans adorned with distressed patches at the pockets and thighs, secured by a simple black belt, with his slate grey tee neatly tucked in. The fabric of the sleeves tightens around the muscle of his taut biceps and you have to thickly swallow to conjure up some strength. Strength to not throw yourself on him and jump his bones.

"Thought you'd be here in an hour or so." You murmur, slowly striding toward him. He takes another drag before offering it to you. You smooth over the lipgloss that lacquers your lips before you pluck the cigarette out of his fingers and slowly inhale. When it leaves your mouth, the creases of your lips brand the cigarette paper and he licks his cracked lips as you hand it back to him. He doesn't waste any time wrapping his mouth over your strawberry-flavored lipgloss, remembering how you tasted the last time your lips touched.

"Wrapped up early." He replies, with the cigarette fixed between his lips. He turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Why? Did you miss me?"

It makes me so, uh, and I can't get enough of it Something's been feeling weird lately There's just something about you, baby (there's just something about you, baby) Maybe I'll just be crazy (I'll be crazy) And piss him off 'til he hates me Low slung bad bitch, baby, come and get you some

And in the blink of an eye, it's the showcasing of your art exhibit and you tell yourself not to get your hopes up. That Logan isn't exactly the most predictable of humans, but Hesh assures you they'll all be there. In fact, they're thrilled to have an excuse to wear a suit and attend an event where they can showcase their metalworking skills and be recognized for their talent.

"He'll be here." Keegan pulls you out of your stupor. He's peering over the rim of his champagne glass at your trepidatious expression and how your eyes dart across the room looking for him; overgrown blonde buzzcut and the heavy aroma of iron oxide, tobacco, and his father's passed down Jean Paul Gaultier. You can't quite imagine him in a suit either, but you aren't disappointed at how well the retired Marines turned blue-collar workers clean up. Clean-shaven with a few dabs of aftershave, dressed in crisp navy suits, and wearing their finest tap dancing shoes, they were set for the night.

They don't even look out of place either, and yet you did. In a crowd full of people who adored your art, and every second of your night being spent talking to art collectors, admirers, and socialites--you were utterly alone. And you knew that you shouldn't rely on a man to fill that void, nevertheless, here you were, doing just that.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom." You mutter and down the rest of your champagne before heading off. The sound of Keegan's phone ringing is faint, but it manages to catch your attention. You lean against the wall for a moment in hopes of capturing who he was speaking to. In hopes of it being...

"Logan! Where the fuck are ya, kid?"

And your heart drops to your stomach. You felt like you already had your answer. Something about a shipment taking too long to process with their wholesale dealer and that was something you didn't want to stick around to hear. You had some hope that this time would be different. That maybe he would push aside whatever shady business he had going aside for you, but you were a fool to think that he would change for you.

The rest of the evening drags by. You're no longer glancing at your watch or rummaging through the room for him. The little words of encouragement and smiles from his friends and brother had become mere background noise to you by now. Time is like a hazy blur of conversations about your artwork, countless glasses of Armand de Brignac, and mindless gossiping about gallery politics and exhibit guests.

And soon enough it's past midnight and your social battery is running low. Your guests have long left the premises, but thankfully your welding companions stay behind to help you pack up your remaining props and pieces into their truck that could probably fit ten bodies in the trunk alone.

You let out a sharp exhale as you observe Merrick scolding Hesh and Kick for not preparing the cargo net. Sometimes it was talking to a small herd of teenage boys, nonetheless, you were grateful for their help.

The final pieces remaining in the exhibit were delicate and, moreover, the ones Logan had been most involved with. When you headed back inside to load them into your car, you immediately felt a pit in your stomach as soon as you entered the gallery.

There he stood, with a mussed-up, overgrown buzz, and unkempt facial hair, clad in soot-covered work trousers and a white tee stained with what appeared to be dried blood, admiring the work you both had collaborated on.

"Man, she's a real beauty—really outdone yourself, [name]."

He turns to you and you feel yourself crumble. You tremble with anger, and his face softens as he takes in your expression. He knows he fucked up big time. The worst part about it is that he looks unbelievably sexy, but your rage is bubbling within you as you take another stride toward him.

He's careful with how he approaches. Careful to not make any sudden movements as if you would pounce on him and tear him limb from limb.

"I'm sorry..." He breathes out, observing the way you slowly circle him.

"Oh, you're sorry?" You hissed.

He swallows thickly, feeling a shudder travel up his spinal column. "There was a hold up..."

He clenches and unclenches his fist reflecting on said "hold up" that caused him to be so tardy. It's not like he didn't know how important this was to you, but he also wasn't obligated to show up in the way you were expecting him to.

You stop in your tracks and pinch the bridge of your nose. It's hard to stay mad at someone whose tongue was shoved down your throat just a few days ago.

Logan is debating whether his presence is even worthy of being around you, but he reaches out to hold your wrist anyway.

"Get off of me." You tug your wrist away, but he has a firm grip on you.

"Let me make it up to you." His hazel half-lidded gaze holds yours and your anger begins to melt away.

"How?"

His hands suddenly find themselves around your waist and you yelp as he lifts you, setting you on the bar. Your little black dress rides up your thighs and pulls them apart only to find that not only are you not wearing underwear, but your pussy is glistening in the dim exhibit lighting. He gives you one final glance as if to ask for permission, but you're already tangling your fingers into his dirty blonde hair.

He doesn't even waste any time devouring your sopping, wet pussy. One long stripe and then he's losing himself in your saccharine taste that he cannot get enough of. He had no idea how he withheld himself from such a heavenly taste and those sweet, milky moans.

All those long nights they spent working together in the shop he had to hold himself back from slipping down your shorts, bending you over the workbench, and taking right then and there. It all amounted to this moment—his tongue deep in your cunt and you were lost in the euphoria he was bringing you. The notion of the others walking in on you is tossed away to the backlogs of your mind.

His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thighs, holding your writhing body still as he sucks on your pillow clit. You tremble against him feeling yourself nearing the edge, but he's torturing you. Withdrawing his tongue from the sensitive nub, kissing around your inner thighs, but you're not having any of it.

Your fingers pull at his hair and lead his tongue back to where you want it, bucking your hips against his mouth. His hazel hues flicker up to you and he's smirking at your domineering energy. You're taking charge as you grind your pussy against his tongue and lolling your head to the side as you feel your orgasm coming on.

"Fuuuck, 'm gonna..." You moan out in pure ecstasy as your eyes drift to the back of your head and your back arches away from the counter.

And he's definitely not stopping his efforts in bringing you there. In fact, he's probing his fingers between your velvety folds and curling his fingers to that sweet spot that drives you to your climax.

"Logan...!" You whimper out as you ride your high and he drowns in your soddened pussy. "Oh fuck..." You breathe out as it dissipates slowly but surely. He licks one last stripe to your shimmering folds as he withdraws his fingers, observing the way your arousal clings to his fingers and lapping them up.

"I have no fuckin' clue how I held back for so long." He cups your cheek, lips lacquered with your cum, and you hotly slot your lips against his in a feverish kiss. Being pressed up against him in the building where you hosted your long-awaited art exhibit feels like one of your reoccuring wet dreams.

Your hands fly to his belt to unbuckle, but the sound of footsteps grasp your attention and your caught redhanded, but his cheeky older brother, Hesh.

"Oh—" He grins at your tangled bodies against the bar. "as much as I hate to break up you two lover birds, security is rounding us up to see us off.”

You feel the embarrassment creeping up on your flushed cheeks. “R-right.” You fix your dress and Logan casually buckles his belt and helps you down from the bar as if you two weren’t going to fuck each other dumb.

As Hesh grabs the last few items and exits the area, Logan comes up from behind you and squeezes your ass as he murmurs against the shell of your ear:

“I’ll follow you back to your place?”

Good men die too, so I'd rather be with you, you, you rather be with you, oh Oh, I'd rather be with you, oh 'Cause good men die too, so I'd rather be with you

[swisccfinds]

TOP 5 MUST HAVE Sims 4 Career Mods

These are my most personal Career mods for the sims 4, please don't forget to show love and support to the creators.

1- Youtube Career Mod by itsmeTroiYT

There is so many interactions with this mod it is unbelievable! If you head to the download button below it will bring you to the creator's post which will show all the type of things you can do with this mod but for now to keep the Tumblr photo limit here is some of the creator's notes that explain the levels and the branches

Gamer (6-10) PC Noob $100/hr Streamer $200/hr Daily Uploader $300/hr Tagline Genius $600/hr Prestige Gamer $1500/hr

Vlogger (6-10) Viner $100/hr Prank Wars Vlogger $200/hr Unbox Therapy $300/hr Vlogger $600/hr Daily Vlogger $1600/hr

DIY Hot Glue Gun Mess $250/hr Creative Weirdo $350/hr Hacks Master $600/hr DIY Superstar $650/hr [Something] DIY $1500/hr

MUA Fenty Beauty Counter Rep $200/hr Brand Tester $300/hr Makeup Brand Collab $350/hr Personal Makeup Artist $750/hr MUA $1500/hr

Cooking One Pan Cook $150/hr Made from TV/Movies $300/hr Remixed Recipe Cook $345/hr Guest Host Cook $625/hr Master Cook $1500/hr

FX Makeup Artist NYX Face Awards $120/hr Halloween Royalty $200/hr FX on a Budget $350/hr Workshop Personality $645/hr Glam & Gore $1450/hr

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2- Modeling Career Mod by KPC0528

This is an amazing mod! If you want your sim to become a model this is the mod for you! This does require the City living & Get Famous expansion packs, so be aware. Here are the creator's notes about the levels and branches;

1. Volunteer Model--there is no pay for the beginning of this career. I wanted to make it as realistic as possible, so level 1 is all about building a portfolio and gaining exposure.  Mood: Confident M - W - F S S

2. Local Model -- Your sim will be part of the "mall crowd" participating in local fashion shows. These jobs aren't very selective... $15/hr.  Skills: Charisma 1  Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

3. Hand Model-- Keep those hands soft and supple as your sims model rings, bracelets, and watches for local jewelry designers!  $18/hr.  Skills: Charisma 2 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

4. Hair Model-- Cutting, coloring, styling. Your Sims's hair will be put through it all in exchange for some simoleons and their pictures to be featured in hair dressers' portfolios.  $20/hr.  Skills: Charisma 3, Fitness 3 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S 

Choose track: Commercial Model or High Fashion Model

Commercial Model track: Commercial models are the models you would see in shopping catalogs and local commercials. The sim-next-door look is desired, so your sim will need attractive looks as well as an attractive personality to do well in this career track. 

5. Commercial Catalog Model--Your sim will be showcasing the newest collections by the most popular stores, like Sim Navy and JC Simmy.  $50/hr.  Skills: Charisma 4, Fitness 4 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

6. Fitness Model-- Fitness is the name of the game here. Your sim must continue to sculpt his/her body to perfection in order to sell the newest workout gear and sports drinks.  $65/hr.  Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 7 Mood: Energetic M T W T - S - 

7. Social Media Model-- Your sim's face is getting popular online! He/she will be modeling the hottest makeup, jewelry, and clothing through various social media platforms like Simstagram.  $80/hr.  Skills: Charisma 7 Mood: Confident - - W - F S S 

8. Music Video Model-- Who wouldn't want to be a model in a famous music video? Your sim must hone in their dance skills so they don't embarrass themselves in front of the musical superstars.... $90/hr.  Skills: Charisma 8, Dancing 3 Mood: Confident M T - T F S - 9. Television Model-- Television! Your sim will be featured on all sorts of commercials, from clothing and perfume, to cookware and living room furniture. $130/hr.  Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. Coversim-- The ultimate goal! Your sim is on every grocery store magazine rack, dishing the newest gossip about his/her love life, as well as modeling the hippest designs. Congrats, superstar!  $300/hr.  Mood: Confident M T W - F S - 

High Fashion Model track: This track is for the serious fashionista. In order to gain celebrity as a high fashion model, your sim must be both gorgeous and interesting, as well as charismatic and athletic. Reaching the end of this track means worldwide fame and luxury! 5. Swimsuit Model-- Swimsuit models are photographed even in the winter months, so this isn't just for fun! Your sim must be in excellent shape to make it as a swimsuit model.  $55/hr.  Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 6 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S - 

6. Lingerie Model-- No room for shy sims here! Upscale lingerie is a mega-money-making business, so only the most alluring sims will be successful.  $75/hr.  Skills: Charisma 6, Fitness 8 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S - 

7. Fashion Catalog Model-- High-end fashion is extremely expensive, so the stakes are high. Your sim must continue to perfect his/her body and personality in order to sell these interesting-looking clothes in the highest end fashion magazines.  $90/hr.  Skills: Charisma 7, Fitness 9 Mood: Confident M T - T F S -

8. Runway Model--Don't trip! All eyes are on your sim as he/she struts their stuff on the catwalk. Sims watching and cameras flashing can be nerve-wracking for even the most confident sim, but this is a necessary step in order to become a supermodel.  $120/hr. Skills: Charisma 8, Fitness 10 Mood: Confident - T W - F S S 

9. Editorial Model--Sim Vogue. Your sim is on the cover, looking fierce as fierce can be! Your sim is the epitome of a style icon, and everyone is looking at him/her for style inspiration.  $300/hr.  Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. International Supermodel--Traveling the world for fashion shows? Check. Hosting reality style shows? Check. Getting paid to be famous? Check. Your sim is THE top model, as long as a newer, hotter thing doesn't come around.  $450/hr. Mood: Confident M - W - - S - 

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3- Social Services Career Mod by missmani09

This is a great mod if your interested in having your sim work in social services for a backstory or maybe its just what you mapped out they would be in your head. Here are some of the creator's notes about this mod;

Social Serivices:

1) Clerical Staff Extra Help  -Responsible for copying and filing documents, sorting documents

2) Administrative Specialist I  -answer phones, answer client's questions, file, sort

3) Administrative Specialist II -Key application, answer telephones, work front desk window correspond emails

4) Administrative Specialist Supervisor  Supervise all clerical staff ensure front desk runs smoothly ensure applications are keyed correctly ensure office machinery is working properly assign staff job duties

------------------------------------------------------------ ---(AA) ---- Division of Sim County Operations ------- ----------------------------------------------------------

5A) Program Eligibilty Specialist I  - SNAP Process Sim food stamp program applications.  Interview & verify resources Assist homeless sims Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

6A) Program Eligbiliy Specialist II Process sim program applications Determine eligibilty for Sim daycare voucher applications Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

7A) Family Health Care Case Manager  -Family Medicaid Process Sims' medicaid applications.  Determine medical coverage eligibilty for Sims including  Working Sims' medical coverage, SimKids Care A or SimKids Care B

8A) Aged Sim Health Care Case Manager  Process Aged, Retired, and Disabled elder sims' medicare applications Determine disability 

9A) Sim Social Services County Administrator  oversee especific sim world in which sim currently lives

10A) Sim Social Services National Director  oversee all sim worlds

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---(BB) Division of Child Protective Services -------------------------------------------------------------- job is to protect and ensure the health, safety, and well being off all sim children.

5B) Child Protective Service Worker  Visit homes. Provide struggling parents with resources and tools to become effective parents. Remove children from home if necessary to the  childs health & safety

6B) Child Abuse&Neglect Investigator  visit homes. on call rotation investigate suspected sim child neglect/abuse that comes into the hotline issue warnings to parent's who a nearing neglectful standards Remove children from home if necessary to the  childs health & safety

7B) Foster Care Case Manager  On call rotation. Manage Sim children's cases who have been removed from their home due to neglect/abuse. write extensive case notes

8B) Adoption Specialist  process adoption applications. match waiting foster children and  place into adoptive home

9B) Sim County CPS Supervisor Oversee foster care and CPS case managers 

10B) Sim CPS National Director 

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4- Psychologist Career mod by Kittyblue

This is career mod is actually my favorite for storytelling! In this mod there are two branches which are Counseling Psychology and Forensic Psychologist.

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5- Tattoo Artist Career mod by MesmericSimmer

I love this one so much, mainly because I want one of my sim's backstory to include this career. They have this career option for both adults and teens!

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[allofmytoxicity]

Hello! How are you? I would like to make a request for Macgyver, I read your recent fic and fell in love, I would like to ask for something where Mac is returning from a mission and when he arrives at his house he finds the reader trying to fix something that is broken, maybe Mac has already taught her how to fix it before, but she can't and in fact only makes everything worse? So Mac fixes it for her?

D.I.Don't

a/n: Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! Firstly, I love this idea, second, this is something I could imagine happening with myself just on my own, oh and third, I couldn't think of something simple to be fixed, so I have just put it as sticking up a picture. I'm in a bit of a writing slump at the moment because, (spoiler alert) I'm writing my first fic collection and I cannot, for the life in me, think of some ideas of how to continue the ideas for the fic.

angus 'mac' macgyver x fem!fiancée!reader

Summary: When a simple DIY task gets hard, your wonderful fiancé helps you out.

Word Count: 1.4k

TW: Being bad a DIY (I'm shite at it) and fluff.

You knew you shouldn't have done this; trying to put up the framed photo of you and Mac after he proposed to you in Greece earlier this year.

It had seemed like a simple job to begin with, and Mac had even said it was; Get the picture, a hammer and some nails.

Simple right?

That is, until, as you're collecting all of these things, you turn too fast when the doorbell rings and the hammer flies out your hand, making a hole in the wall.

So now there were 2 jobs. Put up the picture and fix the wall.

You definitely shouldn't've tried to put up that picture now.

Throughout your relationship, DIY had always been Mac's thing, and you couldn't deny that. If something broke, Mac would fix it.

Now, of course, he'd taught you a few things, like how to change light switch covers and unclog drains, especially for when Mac wasn't home and something like a drain needed unclogged - but you didn't exactly think you'd need his lesson on how to fix drywall.

So, to google you go. You know that you probably shouldn't have tried to fix it, but you were too far into it now that you just wanted to get it done. And that was how you ended up rushing it, messing up the paste to fill in the drywall cracks because you just needed to fix it before Mac got home, all to prove that you could do it.

And that was what Mac came home to find. Except it also had you sitting on the floor, staring at the abomination of a wall in front of you in tears at the fact you had tried and still failed after following every meticulous step.

Seeing his fiancée in tears worried Mac for a couple of moments before he finally spotted your splotchy attempt at fixing the drywall, the cracks looking like they'd started small but had only grown with the repair attempts - which they had, much to your frustration.

He sighed in relief while placing his bags down, glad you weren't hurt or anything, just upset at the fact you couldn't do DIY.

As he walked over to your spot on the floor, you turned around, tears brimming your eyes and trying not to break down there and then as you tried to explain yourself to Mac.

"I-I'm really sorry Mac. I tried putting up the Greece picture as a surprise for when you got home and-" You tried, interjecting into the silence first before Mac said anything to try and calm you down, but he cut you off mid sentence.

"It's fine." Mac calmly said, crouching down as he did so then he could hug you.

His soft tone surprised you and silenced your rambles at the same time. You had thought that when you'd broken the drywall that Mac would just sigh and get on with it when he got home if you didn't fix it.

So Mac sitting on the floor with you and letting you cry about how your trials and tribulations just to stick up a picture caught you off guard.

Yes, Mac was a good boyfriend and he wouldn't hurt you or anything because you'd done a small thing wrong, but he would just stay silent and just get on with it, not talking about it until he was close to a breakdown.

And to be fair, both of you did that. The only time you would kind of openly cry in front of each was either when you were on your period or you were both sat watching a sad movie.

After a few minutes, your tears died down and Mac released you slightly as he helped you wipe your eyes.

"Okay, so... What happened?" He asked as you looked down at the hardwood floors you two were sitting on.

"I tried sticking up the picture of us in Greece - the post engagement one - and, and then the doorbell rang and I had the hammer in my hand and..." You trail off, feeling yourself start to get worked up a bit and you looked up at Mac.

By the look on his face, it looked like he'd figured out the rest. You'd been a bit of a klutz your whole relationship, so given the context of why you were trying to do DIY in the first place, Mac worked out the rest.

"Alright, y'know what we're going to do?" Mac said, moving to stand up from his current sitting position on the floor and outstretching his hand to help you get up as well.

"What?" You ask, taking Mac's hand and getting up, a quick thud-thud as you gained your footing again on the hardwood flooring.

"We, are going to fix this wall. Well, I am - but you're going to sit and watch, and we're going to set up your phone to record it, so we don't have a situation like this again, alright?" Mac says, walking away, and with your hand still in his, you dragged along with him.

When he finally stops, you've both reached the inside door to the garage and Mac quickly drops your hand as he goes in, quickly propping open the door as he grabs some random items including a few scraps of drywall, a bucket of something and a paintbrush.

When Mac walks out of the garage, you take the scraps of drywall from him as well as the paintbrush as he closes the garage door while you walk back towards your shit attempt at DIY.

Once you get back to the hole in the wall, Mac places the bucket down before moving a chair and pinching your phone out of your pocket, setting it down on the chair and hitting record.

"Okay, now we're going to get on with fixing this wall." Mac says and you both plonk yourselves down onto the hardwood floors.

Over the next half hour (as your phone recorded you both) you and Mac sat and fixed the wall, from sanding out the old repair that you had tried to do, to adding the old piece of drywall, to finally using the paste to make sure the scrap piece would stay where it was.

As Mac helped you flatten and smooth the last bit of paste into place, you turned and smiled at him, happy you'd finally fixed the wall after such a disastrous attempt earlier.

"How long do we have to wait now until the paste dries so we can paint it?" You question Mac, your artistic nerves twitching at the thought of painting something.

"At least twenty-four hours. The paint is only out because I need to do a couple of touch-ups around where I fixed the last hole in the wall." Mac replies, his eyebrows raised as you nod in understanding.

Getting up from where you were sat, you go and switch the recording off and check your notifications before feeling two strong arms wrap around you.

Smiling, you turn around to see Mac with a soft smile on his face, the paint brush and can abandoned on the floor close to you both.

"So, you feeling better now that the wall's fixed?" Mac asks while you stick your phone in the back pocket of the jeans you had on.

"Just a tad, yeah." You say, a smirk beginning to form on your face. "I would feel better if I had a loving boyfriend who would kiss me and dine and wine me tonight though."

Laughing, Mac kisses you before replying, "Alright. I'll take you out, but that means, we both need to shower and get ready, and that means you'll take forever picking an outfit, meaning we need to start getting ready now."

Just before letting you go, Mac kisses you once more after his reply as you both start to wander towards your bedroom to get ready, with you laughing into the kiss at the accuracy of the comment.

Breaking apart and walking beside each other before you split ways to get ready, you say one last thing to Mac before getting in the shower.

"Thank you for the help, I love you." You say, wandering over and placing a kiss on Mac's cheek before starting to wander away.

Grabbing your wrist and dragging you back, Mac places a quick kiss to your parting and lets you go, giving a final reply. "I love you too y/n/n, it was no problem."

a/n: I started writing this, in like, early november and I'm surprised this is out before new years.

Read this to find out who else I write for, and requests are open!

[kentnaturaltribrid]

“There is no correct path in life.

You will lose your way many times.

What’s important is that you find your way back

to the brave girl you always were. Be wise, be strong, and always be true to yourself. “

[gremlingottoosilly]

As a (somewhat) low functioning autistic girlie who carries around a stuffed animal, how do you think Konig would react to a darling reader who needs a stuffed animal? Ive been hauling around care bear knockoffs for the better part of my entire life and guys cant ever seem to be okay with it 💀🥲

Ah, he is totally fine with this! He has quite a lot of comfort objects for himself, although he is undiagnosed, refuses to get a diagnosis, and will kill anyone who suggests getting it. He has his comfort knives to play with, the lucky grenade ring that he likes to fidget with, and a pair of some weird anti-stress toys that his therapist recommended because trembling hands aren't the best look for the colonel. He would ask you about the toy since you look simply adorable with it. I can imagine the toy being worn out after all those years of love and care, so he'd carefully suggest getting you a new one - he loves to be able to buy you stuff you want, so enjoy your new squishmallow collection. Even if you're holding it while having sex with him, he would be a bit weirded out at first because, in his head, you having a bear in your arms means you're uncomfortable((( he panics a bit, but if you tell him you just want to hold it, he'd be fine. Very jealous of the toy though. Every time you hug it, he just has to come and hug you tighter. You will get many more bears, some of them are wearing miniature hoods made out of toddler's shirts because Konig is a DIY king and wants you to have things that are connected to him. No, you can't just put it aside, you have to hug it!!

[sew-much-to-do]

DIY Steamed Money Bag Dumplings

These golden Steamed Money Bag Dumplings are a Chinese New Year specialty. Make them for the holiday, and they will help you ring in the lunar new year with abundance and good fortune!

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sew-much-to-do: a visual collection of sewing tutorials/patterns, knitting, diy, crafts, recipes, etc.

[j-nor]

i saw you collect clown shit I'm being a clown for Halloween can I see 👀

SCREAMING AND CRYING!!!! YES ID LOVE TO SHOW YOU!!! IM BEING A CLOWN FOR HALLOWEEN TOO!!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT MY CLOWN STUFF <333333333

This is my clown suit, which is hand-made out of 2 colorful blankets and a pillowcase, i free handed most of it and also hand stitched about 60% of it because my sewing machine broke mid-project. (Just a heads up while we’re still at the top, this post is gonna be loooooooooooong and have a lot of pictures, also sorry for how gross the carpet looks he’s just like that)

This is my circus tent juice box

This is my costume drawer, where I cram as much stuff as I can fit, it’s pretty full so I’ll just show you my favorite stuff.

These are the highlights, my googley-eye ring, the first clown mask I made, the first party hat I made, my diy ruffled wrist cuffs and collar, and my jewelry hoard.

These are my clowns, which are both hand sewn, they’re names are Butterbean (left) and Corn (right). Butterbeans face was smudged by some water, I’ll get around to fixing it soon.

These are all the little trinkets I keep with them, things I find that I consider clownish. Most of these were picked up from dollar stores, thrift stores, stoop sales, giveaways or relatives homes. There’s a lot so I’ll just show my favorites.

These are my rubber reptiles, my tardigrade and monster finger-puppets, my wind up toys, and some bouncy balls and jingle bells.

This is my doorway decoration.

These are my other accessories that don’t fit in the costume drawer. My collection of silly sunglasses, my second favorite vest, this lovely sweater, and of course the essential clown nose and bow tie.

These are my clown shoes. These rubber boots have tragically become far too small for me, so I’m saving them untill my cousins are older. The rainbow sneakers are only for special occasions because they hurt my feet and Im trying to protect the color.

Land lastly, this is my favorite sculpture, I made it a few years ago.

All these were collected over the past 3ish years, a-lot of pieces were hand made or found in cheap stores, when I go out I keep my eyes peeled for anything clownish and that’s why I’ve managed to grow my hoard so large lol. If anyone reading wants to use the pictures for something (a mood board, a collage, whatever), tag me so I can see it!!!! Thanks for sending me this ask :o) I literally jumped out of bed as soon as I got it because I am a weapons-grade weirdo and love to talk about clowns

Have a lovely day and a happy Halloween!!!

[ren456]

Random Natalie Scatorccio Headcanons!!!

I lowkey can't stop thinking about her (especially with the new season coming out [sob]) so here's some oddly specific headcanons I have for her!!

cw: none really, a little angst(?)

randomly cuts layers into her hair when she's bored (slowly morphed into the mullet we see her with in the show)

also bleached her hair herself

enjoys a lot of riot grrrl bands (I think you can see some riot grrrl posters in her room but i can't remember)

used to spend hours trying to perfect her eyeliner/eye shadow, can now do it in seconds

the majority of her clothes are either thrifted, hand me downs from her mum or diyed

on that note, some of her clothes and jewelry were bought and given to her by lottie using her "tj bucks"

couldn't stand the smell of alcohol or cigarettes because they reminded her of how her dad smelt but then became addicted to both after his death

never gets rid of literally anything people give her (she's sentimental ok)

weirdly good at English and physics

helps other yellowjackets do their hair before games

collects weird and funky rings

comes across as standoffish to most people but is rarely outright mean, especially to younger kids

(post being rescued) has really sensitive teeth due to being unable to brush her teeth in the wilderness but refuses to drink warm drinks

tries to sneak into local music gigs when she can

you will RARELY catch her without nail polish on

bonded with van over their shared love of cheesy slasher movies (her favourites being scream and my bloody valentine)

very conscious of how she smells (especially after the wilderness) so she always douses herself in any perfume she has at hand (prefers floral ones)

ty for reading!!! if I can think of anymore I'll make a part 2 :))