#this is for jorts' wife

[hyenaswine]

i still haven't mailed this gift but since its recipient isn't on tumblr i figure i can share it. a scene from crispin glover's music video for clowny clown clown. 🤡

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[ratgingi]

you guys would love my lob corp team if i ever actually talked about them

[butchfalin]

saved the url jeansprentiss.... very very tempted by it

[blognameyoucanchangethisanytime]

i miss patty flipping so bad. i love to fry things and make food just in general i wish it paid a hundred dollars an hour i would do it my whole life forever . i would keep doing it after i died in heaven or hell whichever i went to or even as a ghost

[mikkouille]

tortured over inability to claim 'in love with shelved npc' cuz my npc sent me handpicked drip... my right to complain 24/7.................

[navluvr]

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 [e.williams]

pairing ellie williams x fem!reader (exes to lovers)

synopsis when you father hires your ex to be his farmhand, you're left with less and less self control as the days pass, always keeping an eye on the aurburn-haired girl that had stolen your heart years ago

warnings kinda shitty pacing bc i was rushing to get this out, ooc!ellie (maybe idk), not edited very well, heavy kissing, mentions of alcohol

wc 2.7k

note i've had this in the works for over a year now and was originally supposed to publish this on my old blog but oh well...anyway alexa play 'save a horse (ride a cowboy)' by big & rich

the weather was unforgiving.

scorching sun rays beat down on the farm, baking the golden dead grass and drying out the small creek on the outskirts of the perimeter. it was rather unusual for a jackson summer. and it did nothing but inflate your attraction toward the woman who currently hauled large hay bales into the barn.

dressed in a pair of low-rise jorts, her typical high-top converse, and a cream wife-beater, ellie wiped sweat from her forehead with a scowl, face twisted in the bright light. the rise of her arm lifted her shirt, exposing a sliver of the toned abdomen she hid most days. as she caught your eye, spotting you peeking at her from behind the book you were trying to busy yourself with, she sent a cheeky smile, enjoying the way you scurried to cover your face with the novel.

you preoccupied yourself on the back porch, trying and failing to focus on the words that swam on the page of your book. the wicket lounge chair was stiff and the towel under you itched your back, rubbing against the skin that wasn’t covered by the skimpy bikini you had chosen to wear in favor of the hot weather. yet it wasn’t the weather that made you flush and squirm restlessly, your focus settled elsewhere.

“what’re you readin’?”

brows shooting to your hairline, you glanced up at ellie, who had approached without you realizing.

she licked her chapped lips in anticipation, silhouette blocking out the sun.

shaking your head, you sat up straight. “nothing good, to be honest,” you said, avoiding her heavy gaze by flipping the novel over and pretending to look over the back.

she nodded, peeling off the carhartt gloves she wore. reaching for the iced lemonade on the small table next to you, she said before drinking, “so then it’s not one of the smutty books that you enjoy. got it.”

you coughed at her words, choking on your own saliva with widened eyes. perhaps i misheard her, you thought immediately, swallowing down more sputters and croaking out a rough, “what?”

ellie peered at you with a look of amusement. she was certain she had been clear, but that didn’t stop her from repeating her point. “the books you like to read. they’re all just smut. is this one not?”

heart thumping against your ribcage, you gulped. “no.”

even to you it sounded like a shitty lie.

“‘no’…?” she drawled, eyebrows raising with skepticism.

“they’re not all smut, ellie,” you told her defensively, face scrunching as you stiffened on the chair.

the woman in front of you looked mildly unconvinced, but she shrugged regardless. “whatever you say, babe.” 

growing uninterested in the novel you were reading thanks to ellie, you set it on the small table beside the chair and watched the woman as she chugged the rest of her drink. “don’t you think it’s a little…inappropriate to call me that?”

ellie set down her glass, fisting her gloves in a hand before crossing her arms above her chest. for a split second you could see a glimpse of the woman you used to call your girlfriend. that is until she fucked you over and confessed that she thought she had feelings to dina. now look at her—single and working as a farmhand on your father’s farm. call it karma or fate, you didn’t know, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like her reappearance in your life.

“no,” she started, her eyes gleaming with defiance, “i don’t think it’s inappropriate. i call everyone that.”

there was no hiding the clear confusion on your face as you sat up and said, “no, you definitely don’t. pet names were never really your thing, els.”

“well, maybe i’ve changed. we haven’t seen each other in awhile, you know. a lot can happen.” her words sounded indolent, showing no effort to be convincing.

scoffing, you rolled your eyes and swung your legs over the edge of the chair. “whatever. i’m going inside, it’s too hot out here.”

“you going to the party tonight?” ellie asked abruptly, her indifferent facade shedding like old skin. “the one being held in the dancehall?”

you gripped the edge of the furniture, angling your head to look up at her. she wants me to go, you realized quickly. that desperate expression of hers made it quite obvious. “of course i’m going.”

it wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the truth. you hadn’t intended on going until she said something.

at your response, she nodded, beginning to put her gloves back on. “i guess i’ll see you there then.”

“i suppose so.”

she arrived at your door at 7 p.m. sharp.

and, hell, she looked sharp.

the way her brown button up-flannel molded perfectly with her lean figure, faded jeans accentuating the acute curve of her hips, the stressed ends brushing against the dark brown of her cowboy boots. you were practically drooling at her exposed forearms, long sleeves rolled to her elbows. and, of course, the cherry on top had to be the black cowboy hat decorating the crown of her head, shading her face from the sinking sun behind her.

you mentally cursed your father for hiring ellie williams. 

“what’re you doing here?” you asked keenly, adjusting your stance in the doorway.

she looked at you as if you had said something in another language, trying (and failing) to not look down at the small top and pajama shorts you wore . “i’m here to pick you up. figured you wouldn’t want to go to the party alone.”

you stared at her for a moment. she was right, of course. parties had never really been your idea of fun. the only time you ever went was when one of your friends could talk you into going. “come in, then. i need to finish getting dressed; shouldn’t take too long.”

ellie stepped inside cautiously, gingerly removing her hat and placing it on a nearby hook, like she was waiting for you to change your mind about the whole thing. but you didn’t, only shutting the door behind her and gesturing for her to follow you up the steps and into your bedroom. somewhere she had been oh-so-many times before the breakup.

the arid air was filled with tension, so thick that a knife would have to roughly saw its way through just to slice it.

you played off your uncomfort by sitting at your vanity calmly (definitely not forgetting that ellie had built this piece of furniture for you as a present for a past birthday), and grabbed the already-open tinted lip balm. the tin was cool in your palm as you dipped your finger in and then applied the sweet salve to your puckered mouth.

ellie watched from afar, unsure of where she should be as she waited, not wanting to break a boundary. if there even were boundaries to be broken.

she watched you diligently, eyes never leaving your mouth. she couldn’t help but gulp when you turned to her expectantly, asking her, “do i look fine?”

“you look as party-ready as you’ll ever be.” what she really wanted to say was, you look better than ‘fine.’ you always have, though she held her tongue reluctantly.

you gave her a curt nod, somewhat disappointed by her dry-ass remark. whatever. you’d mess with her later, after you’ve had a few drinks perhaps.

so, dropping the lip product into a drawer, you stood, pushing the stool back under the vanity before walking over to your wardrobe. the faded red wood had once gleamed when golden hour would come around, but with time its shine had dulled and the cabinet doors squeaked.

with a heavy breath, you sighed and pulled the round handles, exposing a plethora of clothes. as your eyes scanned your dresses, an idea sparked in your mind. you looked over your shoulder, finding ellie’s neutral gaze. “come pick out something for me to wear.”

her eyebrows flickered upward, slightly startled by your request. “but wouldn’t that be-”

“be what?” you interrupted, feigning a confused expression. “i’m just asking you to pick out a dress for me.”

the corners of ellie’s mouth turned south, and you ignored her when she muttered, “you didn’t ask, you demanded.”

you stepped out of her way, giving her the space to go through her options. however you didn’t miss the way she licked her lips, once again glancing at your pajama-clad figure before turning her attention to the open wardrobe.

the room was quiet, energy shifting ever so slightly from awkward to familiar. tension changing into something a little more…enticing as you waited for her decision regarding your outfit.

there was no hiding your smile when she pulled out a plain black mini dress with thin spaghetti straps, its neckline low. ellie had fucked you in that dress way too many times to count; it aroused something low in your stomach.

“good choice,” you teased, grabbing the article of clothing from her.

her expression heeded no hint as to what she was feeling, but with many years spent by her side, you had some idea of her internal gay panic. she could only hide it so well around the people who knew her best.

you placed the dress on your bed before dropping your pajama shorts to the floor, provoking a sharp inhale from the auburn-haired woman behind you.

“what the hell?!” ellie immediately seethed, her eyes averting your body as she spun to face your wardrobe.

you scoffed before ridding yourself of your shirt as well, suddenly feeling even more pleased with yourself for not wearing a bralette. “oh please, you’ve seen my body too many times to count.” rolling your eyes, you grabbed the dress and slipped it on, thankful for the absent zipper that was often prominent in similar pieces.

ellie eventually gave in and turned around, vaguely relieved to see that you now had something covering your body. she was unsure of what she would have done had you stayed undressed for an extended amount of time, her hands itching to run their familiar course on your bare figure.

“are you done staring?” you asked her ardently, adjusting the fabric of the dress as you narrowed your gaze at her.

“yes.” her answer was clipped, yet you didn’t say anything further. she was determined to avoid your jarring gaze.

you raised your chin slightly, observing her for a split second. her hands fisted and flexed by her sides, although she was definitely trying to hide it. she was dying for makeup sex just as you were. however there was no way you were going to let her know that, at least not right now. you wanted to manage to get out of the house first: wanted to see if her nerves would die out and be replaced with the cockiness she sported like armor.

“let’s go then,” you finally said, “don’t want to keep people waiting.”

ellie nodded curtly, making no fuss as she followed you out of the room and down the flight of stairs, her boots clacking with each step.

when you reached the bottom, you reached for your own set of boots by the door, their cream color worn with each wear. you pulled them on as ellie grabbed her hat, opened the door for you, and dramatically held her arm out.

unable to hide an amused grin, you linked your elbow with hers, letting her guide you out of the house and to shimmer, who grazed on a plot of grass by the front porch. as ellie untied the reins and pulled herself up, you watched the way her body moved fluidly and adjusted her person on the western-style saddle.

she offered her hand, lips pulling into a charming smile. “come on, sweet girl.”

trying to suppress your grin, you grabbed her hand and placed your foot in a stirrup, a little too eager for the feel of ellie’s strong back against your front.

“just sit and look pretty, i’ll be right back.”

ellie had left to go grab drinks from the bar almost the second the two of you had entered the dancehall. and you were thankful, unsure that you’d be able to keep up your teasing facade without a little bit of something in your system.

when you spotted her, two red cups in hand, you exhaled heavily, muttering a ‘thanks’ and taking your drink. you didn’t waste any time before downing the brown liquid that burned all the way down your throat.

“hey, take it easy, baby,” ellie remarked, concern etching her features. she eased the cup from your hands, her eyebrows furrowed with faint worry. “there’s plenty of time to get drunk; no need to rush.”

as you swallowed the last bit of booze-flavored saliva on your tongue, you shifted ineptly. there went your attempt to spur your courage. great.

“ellie,” you said cautiously, eyes glued to the cluster of bodies on the dance floor and trying to ignore the way your breath was growing uneven. you toyed with the locket around your neck, mustering what bravery you had hidden.

“yes?”

“i think coming here, together, was a bad idea.”

your words had struck something in the woman next to you, and you watched from your peripheral as she tried to understand your statement. ellie looked wounded. a simple ‘why?’ was all she could manage to convene, the cups in her hands crinkling ever so slightly.

gaze finally sliding to meet hers, you said, “because all i’ve wanted to do since you showed up at my doorstep was kiss you.”

there was no telling where you had gotten the balls to say something so blunt, but boy did it feel good. you had missed ellie a lot, and you somehow managed to miss her even more the day your father had hired her as his farmhand. maybe it was because, while she had appeared in your life once more (after nearly a year of her staying in jackson), she wasn’t in your life; you were lucky if a conversation flowed between your awkward persons, still trying to make out what you were to one another. 

“fuck,” ellie drawled, turning her back to the crowd. she shoved the drinks onto a nearby table, her stature tense. “you can’t just say things like that.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, moving closer to her. “why not?” your voice was unintentionally low.

ellie’s eyes, blazing like green fire, found yours. she turned to face you, hot breath mingling with yours as you exhaled in anticipation of her words.

“because it makes me want to do more than just kiss you.”

without thinking, you grabbed the front two belt loops of her jeans, not wasting a moment to second guess anything, and pulled her front against yours, lips instantly crashing with hers. as you fervently kissed ellie, her hands settling on your love handles, you hummed in satisfaction. this is exactly what you wanted—and you had wanted it from the moment she started working on your family’s farm.

ellie’s mouth moved against yours, just as desperate as you felt. when she pulled away, her breath heavy, she muttered, “let’s take this somewhere else.”

you nodded, dazedly staring at her lips before she grabbed your hand and turned, leading you both through the maze of people. your thoughts were muddled in your mind, too entranced by the situation to notice that she had led you, hurriedly at that, to the bathroom. she pushed open the door, ushering you inside, with a hand on the curve of your spine.

before you could even utter a word, some chippy remark you’d already forgotten, ellie was on you.

“was this your plan all along?” she asked, her breath fanning over the skin of your jawline, body caging you against the counter of the sink. “to mess with me until i snapped and gave in?”

swallowing thickly, consumed by the feeling of ellie’s hands and mouth, you let out a strained whine. your fingers found the strands of hair at her nape, tugging as if to answer her question. yes, obviously.

a guttural sound left her throat at your wordless response, her fingers trailing down, searching for the place she knew you wanted her most. but just as she dipped her hand under the hem of your panties, your skin hot under her touch, she leaned in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

“you’re going to have to earn whatever it is you want.”

© navluvr 2024 | do not repost, republish, steal, or translate !!

[fujouppy]

IF YOU EVEN CARE.

[cute-sucker]

can we see pogue!rafe telling reader one day they're gonna make it and be much more comfortable and then she can have everything she wants IM SORRY pogue rafe makes me angsty

note: this is pup and pogue!rafe all the way. inspiration from pogue!rafe goes to @.princessbrunette

you're very low maintance overall, wearing dirty scuffed shorts, and a wife beater that you stole from rafe. sometimes rafe has to grab you to tell you how dirty you look, smelling of grass with marks of dirt on your jorts.

he gets more annoyed when you continue to wear his clothes. a white unbuttoned shirt with a cropped tee, and while rafe will raise an eyebrow then and then again telling you that you're gonna get cold, you can see the feigned annoyance that flickers in his eyes time and time again. but he doesn't get too annoyed with you, somehow kinder, and sweeter with you than anyone he knew.

sometimes people were surprised, the way that he would cower for you. one time you had come home with a bruised hip after ducking to get a softball for a bunch of ten-year-olds, and came home wobbling for him to soak you a bath, chastening you to be careful. if you told anyone how soft he was for you, they would laugh, swearing that you were lying.

sometimes you had to get rafe to stop doting on you in front of his friends, rugged workers who would raise an eyebrow every single time they saw rafe kneel to tie your shoelaces.

"every goddamn time pup," he muttered lowly, "you're going to trip and i'm gonna have to kiss your boo boos? huh? answer me." rafe whispered crudely, while licking his lips as you flushed trying to look anywhere but his co-workers.

(you hated it so much that later on you were shoving your tongue down his throat telling him how much you loved him)

life was good. life was sweet, even if you couldn't get the nicest thing that there was in town, or that sometimes you had to settle for those cheap restaurants, or even if you had to dig out the nastiest rench out of the toilet after it had dropped. (okay, the last one was just a fun adventure rafe had told you not to do)

but there's something about that dress in the window. that stares back at you, and you can't help but feel this aching in your heart. it's this feeling that you can't escape when you walk past it every single day. the little ruffles, and the sheer beauty of the dress. sometimes you bite your tongue before walking past it, willing yourself to stop yourself.

when people told you a dress was meant for you, you had laughed toying with your jeans, wistfully nodding your head. the worst thing about it was the price tag.

one time you had willed yourself to enter in there, cold hands in your pants, as you skimmed past the other clothing to cut to the dress. just turning it over, you felt as if someone punched you in the stomach. 200 dollars? goddamn it, and then you quickly walked out, forgetting to say goodbye.

when you reached home, you pushed the door open in your shitty apartment, quickly going to get a strawberry soda. you ignored the raised eyebrow that rafe gave you, and before you knew it you were sniffling and running into the bedroom.

"uh—shit, hey, what's wrong?" his muffled voice rings clear into your head, "pup. can't cut me out like that. i thought we worked on that. managing your emotions and n’shit." there's a tone of concern in his voice, and you know he's stopping himself from barging in into the small room.

that was the first thing the two of you worked on. due to how small the place was, and given how much space both of you needed, you had rules to knock if the other went into a room, angry. rafe had started it, sitting you down telling you that sometimes he needed to be alone.

you bite your lip, folding yourself into a ball, as you mewl a "you can come in."

rafe entered the room with a sigh, folding his hands seeing you scrawled on the wooden floor. you bat your eyes, wispy eyelashes wet from crying, and you can't help yourself but reach out for him. he sits next to you, nudging you to scoot closer. you do, pressing your face against the folds of his button-up, smelling in the scent of peppermint and dirt.  

"you wanna tell me what that was about?"

you sober up, as he sits down next to you. you push your face closer to his chest as you shake your head. you couldn't dare tell him why you were feeling so horrible. you couldn't tell him you felt horrible because you couldn't have some stupid dress. money issues were something that rafe was used to, and for you to use it against him would be inhuman. no, you had what was the most important—rafe.

"so you're—you're gonna sulk?" he drawls, voice cruelly sweet, "c'mon kid, you can't just leave me hanging here. my sweet girl can't be crying."

you hiccupped, rubbing your eyes as you detached yourself from him, "no, i really can't tell you."  

now he was on alert, eyes sharp as he looked you over. you were never the one to cry and not tell him what was going on. make matters worse you would mope for weeks over the smallest thing. be it an animal documentary, or a story of a baby dying before meeting their mother. last week you had sobbed over the death of a ladybug.

"hey? hey!" rafe shook his head as he leaned closer to you to wipe away your tear, "did someone say something to you? just give me a name. i'll take care of you, you know i will."

this made you cry even harder, and you watched rafe look completely confused, as he tries to console you, you watched him bite the inside of his cheek, rubbing his hands against his sides. he looks completely helpless, and out of his element.

"it's about a dress," you whisper out, unsure as you look up at him, watching his lips twitch into a jeering smile.

"shit kid. all this-" rafe waved his hands around, a condencing tone edging in his voice, "all of this is about a dress? what's it made out of of—and uh, what the hell happened?"

somehow you can't help but laugh at his increditious tone, and realise how stupid it was of you not to tell him in the first place. he's your boyfriend, practically your best friend and everything to you.

you sniffled, "theres this dress that i see on my way to work, and it's so pretty, and i wish it was mine. every single time i see it, i feel like i'm betraying you."

rafe looked confused, running a hand through his hair "how would you be betraying me? 'just a dress."  

now you feel like crying even more, snot running down your face as he grabs your face to wipe it away, "no, rafe! not the dress. it's—" you let out a heavy sigh, "it's not the dress. it's the concept."

he looked amused, rubbing your back, "and that concept is?"

"that i'm not happy with you, and that i'm so greedy because i want a stupid dress, and that you deserve better, and that i'm just in it for the money!" you burst out, wailing at this point crumbling into rafe's arms. "i'm a bad person, rafe! i'm a bad person-"

and he says nothing. instead he gathers you in his arms, gently rubbing your head, as you whimpered softly. he's whispering something softly to you, as you try to burrow yourself closer to him.

"kid?"

"yea?"

"you're not a bad person for wanting something nice and new. especially if it's something that matters to you, uh, you gotta let yourself feel like that sometimes," he whispered out awkwardly, but when you look up at him you see the way that his eyes crinkled earnestly. he really cares about you, really cares about you.

"hell," he let out a laugh, "sometimes i feel like that. sometimes i want what those kooks have. those private jets, and houses and golf, and that doesn't make me a bad person," and then he gives you a soft smile before sobering up.

"what it means is that we gotta work harder for it," rafe mutters, pulling you closer, "but you and me?"

you nod waiting for him to say something.

"you and me are in for it. big time. and if it's some fancy dress you want, shit, i'm going to get you that dress, but you gotta wait," he coughed.

"i know this looks bad," he said, nudging at the apartment around the two of you, "but it's going to get better."

then he rests your head on his shoulders, and you feel more grateful than you ever.  

[stopthatfool]

Consistently shocked by the idea that people think Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is chill and laid back. He’s actually shockingly unchill. He is the opposite of chill. He did not inherent any of his parents chillness. He’s a loser who’s too invested in everything.

Like ya hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and I cut off my remaining family, surrogate father, and support system for 15 years cuz he pulled my naval academy papers because he didn’t want me to die like my biological father and because my mother wanted me to be free of the navy’s confinements and to exist outside of a system that physically uses me for their own power and political gains— gains I will never experience and feel for myself. A system that sees me as no more than a number, a soldier, something easily replaceable, as a body to be sacrificed in a war that i did not start nor will i finish.

“Bradley's chill.” No he’s not. He’s a beast. He’s a 30 something year old man whose entire purpose revolves around holding a grudge and proving his surrogate father wrong. This beast who literally said this to his surrogate father— "No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn when you burn in." Beastly. Ghastly thing to say. 15 years and he still hates the guy who's been there for him since day one. He’s a guy who refuses to even begin to understand where Mav was coming from or to even think of what his mother wanted. He’s evil. And I love him.

Hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and when someone brings up a well known, easily accessible fact that my father and surrogate father used to fly together I will try to cause physical harm against them and my friends will have to physically hold me back. I’m Bradley Bradshaw and I was willing to put my entire career on the line (the one in which I put my family aside for) so I can attack and beat this guy up.

I love his big ol’ Bambi eyes… he’s evil and fucked up and he’s not chill. Yes he wears jorts and tropical shirts, but that just means he’s gay and a fucking liar. Just cuz he looks like some surfer dude does not mean that he’s actually laid back like one. He’s lying to himself— trying to convince himself he is something that he is not and never will be. He is unchill. He’s lame. He has undiagnosed anxiety and it physically expresses itself through anger and loserly-ness. He cares so much to the point of self sabotage. He will always be unchill, no matter how much he tries to change that fact.

Y’all ever want to cradle a grown man in your arms? (graphic design is my passion)

[wileys-russo]

✨ leah williamson masterlist ✨

☼ series;

mila's masterlist

☼ fics;

house wife

dancing in the street

face masks and horror films

mrs williamson

mrs williamson ficlet (2)

ignorance is bliss

ignorance is bliss ficlet (2)

green eyed snake

small intimate interactions

small intimate interactions ficlet

handyman

handyman ficlet

insensitive

spontaneous

put a ring on it

cold snap

wined, dined and dipped

love is blind

forget me not (2)

the royal box

a deals a deal

mascot

☼ blurbs;

step by step

top golfer

teenage love

skin on skin

jorts

heels

work wife

lucky charms

sore loser

big swing

sidetracked

garden gnome

the ick

narcissist

horror movies

mrs williamson

mario kart

hobbies

early mornings

tech fleece

eight legged attack

3am serenades

happy gas

bubble wrap

drill sergeant

portugal sunsets

an hour of sleep

i can't sleep

left unsupervised

4am wake up

topless

the bet

one of your girls

superstitions

the new number six

under strict instruction

lock down

gossip

something silver

plucky

stupid hat

rivals

the look

two wheels

the collection

[savkirschtein]

AOT character & their personal fashion styles

characters : Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Connie Springer, Sasha Braus, Marco Bodt

warning: all of these are just purely based off of my personal insight and views of the characters and how i think they’d dress today

🪩🥡🪐🎸🎧

Eren Jaeger: 🎱🌪️🩻⛓️

based off of season 4 Eren

i picture Eren in todays world really rocking with a minimalist street style

he’s all for comfort and breathability in his clothing and his style reflects that

a closet full of loose fitting boxy t-shirts

LOVES the cold months so he can layer his hoodies and leather jackets

while also sporting the slutty tightly fitted black shirt grey sweat pant combo every now and then

maybe even just walking out his apartment with a wife pleaser and baggy jeans on as a fit alone

all paired with sneakers, small silver hoops, and a chain of some sort

Mikasa Ackerman: 🍒💿📷🃏

we all know for a fact that Mikasa can DRESS

she just has an eye for fashion and has a unique style of her own

one that isn’t over the top, in terms of being a spectacle, but just well put together and tailored to HER. a girl you 110% give a second glance

she is a girlie who LOVES wearing any skirt whether it be long, midi, mini or knee length she LOVES them

most of her pieces are pretty free flowing with lots of different silhouettes

absolutely loves a good leather boot, pair of mary janes, or platform loafers

she literally could wear a trash bag and make it look like it’s the next trend

and has a huge collection of baggus

Armin Arlert: 🎧📘🍵☁️

Armin will literally never be free of the soft light academia aesthetic

the cable knit sweaters, soft cardigans, and sweater vests will forever have a hold on him

but what college boy Armin loves more than anything is a good quarter zip or quarter button up

or a nice casual white and blue striped button up

almost all of his clothing is soft and warm materials

definitely withholds the cute boy in the library title

Jean Kirschtein: 🪐👁️‍🗨️⚡️🌉

will live and die on the hill that Jean is a Carthartt guy

his look is a casual-relaxed but clean one

he’s all for clothing that is durable and will last him forever

Jean’s style is honestly super basic but NOT boring

although Jean’s style isn’t one that is made to make it hard to look away from its one that really just compliments him well

loves a good hefty Dickies or Carthartt jacket, basic white t-shirt, or a loose button up over a tank top

while wearing a variety of rings, with small hoops and a chain

his clothes compliment his strongly built and lengthy body well, which is why although they are basic, it isn’t boring

Connie Springer: 🎧💽☄️🩻

Connie is a literal fashionista

he probably is tiktok famous for his fit check videos and adventures at the thrift stores

the street style aesthetic was MADE for Connie

knows how to put pieces that may not look ideal together into a cohesive fit

LOVES JORTS and swears he made them trendy again

and wearing jerseys of teams he has no clue of , but it’s for the fit so who cares

Sasha Braus: 🍰🪩🗽🧸

the DEFINITION of downtown girl or coming of age movie in a city aesthetic

Sasha lives for the nostalgia of 90s pieces and it shows in her clothing

comfort is also a huge factor that plays into Sasha’s outfits

color is another component that makes Sasha’s outfits HER outfits

LOVES a good brown leather jacket

Sasha honestly though has a hard time sticking to just ONE specific style and will wear whatever feels good for her

Marco Bodt: 🍙🪴♠️🍊

Marco is a soft boy at heart but he’s traded in the traditional sweaters vests for hardy collared jackets

he absolutely LOVES PLAID

and loves layering his button ups with his worn out thrifted jackets

has a more warm palette in terms of colors and leans more towards earthy tones

super casual in his shoes though sticking to good tried and true high top converse, sambas, or loafers if he's feeling fancy

[mcytblrconfessions]

THIS JUST IN

We're receiving reports that a new fad is taking the nation by storm

Its name? JORTS.

But it appears as if this breakthrough in jean-short splicing technology is causing irregular weather patterns all across the globe.

It's the warmest season so I can't wear jeans

I REALLY like the denim, but not the length of the seam

My mom dresses cas and my dad likes to preen

I'm not like either of them

I GOT THE RECESSIVE GENE

JORT STORM

JORT STORMS COMIN' TONIGHT

A JORT STORM

IT'S A CATEGORY 5

JORT STORM

JORT STORMS COMIN' TONIGHT

I SAID A JORT STORMS COMING SO RUN AND HIDE

JORTICANE

JORTNADO

JORTNAMI

JORTQUAKE

JORTRUPTION

JORTALANCHE

JORTPOCALYPSE

Jort storm's comin'

(JORTS )

So you better start runnin'

Fast, it's a chase 🗣️

But be careful 'cause these jorts will chafe you YEA

They're the new sensation

(JORTS )

Wear 'em to every occasion

Jorts in the pool

Oh, even better, wear 'em to a funeral, yeah

(J-J-J-J-J-JORTS )

My personality is 99% jorts

I got a genetic test. BUT ALL MY GENES WERE SHORTS

JORT STORM

JORT STORMS COMIN' TONIGHT

A JORT STORM

IT'S A CATEGORY 5

JORT STORM

JORT STORMS COMIN' TONIGHT

I TAKE OFF MY FUCKING JORTS I GOT-A JORTS INSIDE

BREAKING NEWS

Millions of Americans are being sucked directly into the Jortex

And it's headed straight for this studio

To my wife, Cheryl, and son, Timmy

I love yAAAAAA

(JORTS )

The elders foretold

Of a fashion so bold,,,,,,,,,,,

A new god of the earth (JORT-THULHU )

Seal it in denim and turn it into JEARTH

Amazing kazoo solo

[salemahn]

Leah Williamson

Part 2

First Steps ~ @russos-ventitre

1.7K / Fluff

Picnic ~ @russos-ventitre

1.4K / Fluff, Suggestive

Leah Williamson NSFW Alphabet ~ @gunnerfc

768 / SMUT

Winter ~ @p0orbaby

174 / Fluff

Nothing Sweeter Than My Baby ~ @mysunshinetemptress

1.8K / Fluff

I Almost Lost You ~ @outsideratheart

674 / Fluff, Angst

Lazy Mornings ~ @lvnleah

1K / Fluff

A Night To Forget ~ @outsideratheart

1.8K / Fluff, Angst

Mumma Williamson ~ @inuyashaluver

4.3K / Fluff

Sorry ~ @woso-dreamzzz

718 / Fluff, Angst, Suggestive

Plucky ~ @wileys-russo

1.1K / Fluff

Recovery ~ @russo-woso

724 / SMUT

So Highschool ~ @russo-woso

2.1K / SMUT

This Isn't A Good Idea ~ @russo-woso

1.1K / SMUT

Flare Up ~ @russo-woso

571 / Fluff

Mini Williamson (series) ~ @russo-woso

Fluff

Everything Will Be Okay ~ @afterglowkatie

1.6K / Fluff, Angst

New ~ @russo-woso

1.1K / SMUT

Lip Pumper ~ @mead-iocre

3.9K / Fluff, Suggestive

Uni Girl ~ @barcaatthemoon

392 / Fluff

Wimbledon Part 2 ~ @russo-woso

1K / SMUT

Bouquets ~ @leahsgf

683 / Fluff

Puppy Love ~ @alessiasfreckles

1K / Fluff

Love, Tears, and Laundry ~ @totaly-obsessed

2.5K / Fluff, Angst

You Could See The Best Of Me ~ @girlgenius1111

2.3K / SMUT

Secret Admirer ~ @afterglowkatie

1.4K / Fluff

Louder Than The Crowd ~ @lwwife

1.4K / SMUT

Movie Nights ~ @sunnyaelia

1K / Fluff

Struggles & Proposals ~ @sunnyaelia

2.3K / Fluff, Non-Sexual Nudity

Helpless To The Bass and Fading Light ~ @onsomenewsht

1K / Fluff

Parents ~ @inuyashaluver

2.3K / Fluff

Our New Beginning | Never Felt A Love Like This Before ~ @scribblesofagoonerr

921 & 1.9K / Fluff

Thunderstorm Cuddles ~ @lvnleah

965 / Fluff

Spend The Night ~ @mapiforpresident

354 / Fluff, Suggestive

Wined, Dined, and Dipped ~ @wileys-russo

3.5K / Fluff, Suggestive

Holiday ~ @woso-dreamzzz

Social Media / Fluff

Welcome Home ~ @zeezelweazel

640 / Fluff

Should Be Me ~ @barcaatthemoon

1.3K / Fluff

Homemade Love ~ @leahsgirl

1.2K / Fluff

Dancing in The Street ~ @wileys-russo

4.8K / Fluff, Suggestive

Face Masks & Horror Films ~ @wileys-russo

4.2K / Fluff, Suggestive

Small Intimate Interactions | Ficlet ~ @wileys-russo

4.7K & 1.6K / Fluff

Handyman | Ficlet ~ @wileys-russo

2.5K & 1K / Fluff, Suggestive

Insensitive ~ @wileys-russo

3.5K / Fluff, Angst

Spontaneous ~ @wileys-russo

2.8K / Fluff

Step by Step ~ @wileys-russo

2.6K / Fluff

Top Golfer ~ @wileys-russo

1.4K / Fluff, Suggestive

Teenage Love ~ @wileys-russo

1.3K / Fluff, Angst

Skin on Skin ~ @wileys-russo

1.2K / Fluff, Suggestive

Jorts ~ @wileys-russo

1K / Fluff, Suggestive

A Deal's A Deal ~ @wileys-russo

1.9K / Fluff, Suggestive

Heels ~ @wileys-russo

996 / Fluff, Suggestive

Work Wife ~ @wileys-russo

1.6K / Fluff

Lucky Charms ~ @wileys-russo

1.3K / Fluff

Sore Loser ~ @wileys-russo

1.8K / Fluff, Suggestive

Big Swing ~ @wileys-russo

974 / Fluff

Sidetracked ~ @wileys-russo

867 / Fluff

Garden Gnome ~ @wileys-russo

1.1K / Fluff, Suggestive

The Ick ~ @wileys-russo

1.6K / Fluff

Narcissist ~ @wileys-russo

1.6K / Fluff, Suggestive

Horror Movies ~ @wileys-russo

464 (Leah's section) / Fluff

Mrs Williamson ~ @wileys-russo

845 / Fluff

Mario Kart ~ @wileys-russo

694 (Leah's section) / Fluff

Hobbies ~ @wileys-russo

1.2K / Fluff, Suggestive

Early Mornings ~ @wileys-russo

1.1K (Leah's section) / Fluff

Tech Fleece ~ @wileys-russo

1.6K / Fluff

Mascot ~ @wileys-russo

1.1K / Fluff

Eight-Legged Attack ~ @wileys-russo

1.1K / Fluff

Two Wheels ~ @wileys-russo

722 / Fluff

3AM Serenades ~ @wileys-russo

1.6K / Fluff

Happy Gas ~ @wileys-russo

1.7K / Fluff

Bubble Wrap ~ @wileys-russo

1.6K / Fluff

Drill Sergeant ~ @wileys-russo

2.5K / Fluff

Mini You ~ @kyra-cooneyx

349 / Fluff

Sous Chef ~ @p0orbaby

746 / Fluff

Biggest Fan ~ @russo-woso

1.4K / Fluff

Far Too Gone For A Tuesday ~ @p0orbaby

1.4K / Fluff, Suggestive

Portugal Sunsets ~ @wileys-russo

2.2K / Fluff

Don't Pout ~ @wileys-russo

840 / Fluff

Why The Worried Faces ~ @wileys-russo

1K / Fluff

Left Unsupervised ~ @wileys-russo

1.4K / Fluff

4am Wake Up ~ @wileys-russo

1.4K / Fluff

Topless ~ @wileys-russo

1.4K / Fluff, Suggestive

Legacy ~ @wileys-russo

1.5K / Fluff

Behind The Scenes ~ @avaf00rd

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For A Good Time Call... | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue ~ @p0orbaby

2K & 1.9K & 2.9K & 2.4K & 711 / SMUT

[bluecatwriter]

There's a long history of Dracula adaptations clearly made by people who have never read the book.

I think in this fine tradition you specifically should adapt the Beetle without reading it

You are SO right, anon. I am going to direct the movie version of The Beetle upon which all other adaptations will be based! It will full of iconic quotes that are not in the book and I will butcher all the themes and characters!

Initial thoughts:

-Robert Holt will be played by some no-name actor who is putting his entire heart, soul and mind into the performance. The Brick Guy is also played by this guy. The first part of the movie is filmed in a very straightforward period-drama style, with the exception of a Carpet Scene, which is filmed in soft focus like a "flashback to dead wife" scene.

-Robert will also of course be referred to as "Bobert" and wear jorts. Alas, he does not get a GAP sweatshirt or a slushie in this version because there are no Ordinary Solicitors to save him.

-The Beetle will be portrayed as just a beetle of varying sizes, and they will be CGI. Specifically the really low-budget bad CGI of the early 2000s. This is very important for my artistic vision.

-Paul Lessingham will also be CGI.

-The cat will be a real cat, and will be voiced by the guy who voiced Garfield from the 1990s Garfield and Friends cartoon.

-I am open to casting suggestions for Sydney Atherton, although again, I suspect that it would be best to forgo celebrities and cast a guy who has played the comic-relief guy in Oklahoma at community theater one too many times. I will change nothing about Sydney Atherton's atrocities, and will in fact probably add a few more, but all the other characters will say how manly and wonderful he is while he's like beating someone to death with a cricket bat in the background. The movie critics will read a lot into this directing choice.

-I will make Marjorie and Dora both girlbosses™ by giving each of them a sword and a multi-level marketing business. They will contribute nothing to the plot and I will be offended if people think they are bland characters.

-I don't really know the other characters, so they will be played by a gender-inclusive rotating cast, and everyone will keep mixing up their names. The goal is for it to be impossible to keep track of who's doing what at all times.

-The cat still dies but goes to Cat Heaven and there's a whole musical dream sequence (inspired by 1930s cartoons and musical numbers from Gene Kelly movies) about the cat having a really great time in Cat Heaven.

-During some mundane scene with this rotating cast of characters and CGI Paul Lessingham, Bobert will dramatically die of starvation in the background. Nobody notices.

-The train crash will be on-screen instead of off, and there will be a very long monologue from the train themself as they dramatically fall off a broken bridge (this will be a practical effect with a full-sized train). This monologue will be delivered by the same guy who plays the cat, and if the actor isn't crying real tears by the end, we will redo the take until we get it. There will be a lot of montaging and soft focus. We will give the train a tragic backstory, but the train is also kind of accepting of their fate, you know? The book of Ecclesiastes will probably be mentioned somewhere in here.

-I will be diverging from canon by having Sydney Atherton die in the train crash. Not from the train, though, he chokes on a shrimp cocktail moments before the train hits the ground.

-Credits roll

-Epilogue scene: Sydney Atherton ends up in Cat Heaven and all the cats jump on him like the hyenas at the end of Lion King and there's just a giant wriggling ball of cats. Bobert is there too, drinking a slushie in the background. Hard cut to black.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

@starzzmissthesun i'm summoning you for an idea:

Bartylus at the laundromat, but those like 2 am - for reference:

but imagine regulus with a bandana and overalls very trailer trash and barty with his wife beater and jorts. very lana del rey core?

[caelwynn]

Caelwynn's Mod List for Stardew 1.6 - Expansions/NPCS

Stardew Valley Expanded — expands upon the original world of Stardew by adding dialogue and gift taste changes to original NPCs, adding six new marriage candidates, nine additional NPCs, and an entire new area to explore.

Ridgeside Village — another expansion, this time bringing an entirely new village with several maps to life, connected to the valley by a cable car north of the bus stop. Ridgeside has fourteen new marriage candidates available from the get-go, plus an additional thirty-two NPCs.

East Scarp — adds a hamlet to the east of Pelican Town. It is a far more modular expansion; while more than a dozen NPCs come with East Scarp, at thirty more are available through various add-on mods. The East Scarp page on Nexus lists characters available on Nexus, while more can be found in an alpha or beta stage on the East Scarp Discord.

Always Raining in the Valley — adds Sterling, Mia, and Henry to East Scarp

Never Ending Adventure/Circle of Thorns (Mateo/Hector) — Adds Mateo and Hector to East Scarp. Further characters are available on the East Scarp Discord.

Mr. Ginger — expands upon the story of Jas's cat, Mr. Ginger, who's introduced in The Ranch Expansion (Marnie & Jas).

Juliet & Jessie — adds a pair of new clerks to Joja-mart. Both Juliet and Jessie have connections with East Scarp.

Alecto — gives the wizard's ex-wife a story of her own.

The Last Smoluanu - A Dwarf Expansion — adds additional heart events and dialogue for the dwarf, including allowing you to invite him onto the farm as a roommate.

Jasper — adds Jasper as a marriagable NPC.

Creative Differences (Rodney O'Brien) — adds Rodney O'Brien as an NPC living in East Scarp.

Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats — adds two cat NPCs and their attempts to unionize the workers at Joja-mart.

Lavril — adds Lavril, originally of King's Raid, as an NPC in East Scarp.

Lurking in the Dark (Sen) — adds Sen, a Shadow Folk NPC, to East Scarp.

Nora the Herpetologist — adds Nora as an NPC living in East Scarp.

Distant Lands - Witch Swamp Overhaul — expands upon the goblin guarding the witch's hut, as well as that entire area.

Immersive Family — adds 35 new events plus additional dialogue about the farmer's children. It includes content for SVE, RSV, ES, and other mods.

Unique Children Talk — adds dialogue for the farmer's children.

Immersive Unique Children Talk — adds dialogue to Unique Children Talk for the farmer's children with references to the farmer's spouse, vanilla NPCs, and modded NPCs.

Stardew Kids Expansion — adds five new child NPCs, each of which are relations to vanilla NPCs.

Jade — adds another marriage candidate, this time an entomologist.

Ridgeside Dialogue Expansion — adds additional lines of dialogue and mail to Ridgeside Village.

A Pelican Town — adds Kenzie and Thompson to Pelican Town. Thompson is marriageable, while Kenzie is not.

Lucikiel - SVE Compatibility — adds a demon, Lucikiel (originally from King's Raid) to the game and makes him compatible with SVE. He can be married.

Visit Mount Vapius — adds a new map/village with new NPCS, seeds, foragables, recipes, and more!

Pride in the Valley — adds a Pride Festival plus additional dialogue, events, mail, and quests.

Coal Point Farm — adds a farm north of the farmer's with three new NPCs, some new fish, and new locations.

Adventurer's Guild Expanded for 1.6 — adds two new romancable NPCs plus a couple of others, several new quest lines, and expands on the backstory of Marlon.

A New Dream — adds Barron, John, Phoebe, and two pet NPCs to East Scarp. Both Barron and John can be romanced.

Ayeisha the Postal Worker — adds an NPC who delivers mail around the valley.

Elian — adds a different demon to the Crimson Badlands (and thus requires SVE). Also can be romanced.

Passerby Cemetery — adds a whole new area to the mountains, plus five NPCs, new animals, new crops, new recipes, and more.

Tristan — adds a new NPC to East Scarp, but requires Mr. Ginger, Ranch Expansion Pack, in addition to East Scarp.

The Masterpost for all of the mods is located here.