#walk-through closet

[kaleloverboy]

Traditional Closet - Closet

Dressing area: medium-sized traditional men's dressing area with recessed-panel cabinets and dark wood cabinets.

[venomvices]

Recessed Panel Closet

[heyitsspaceace]

edwin honey....i truly hate to break it to you but that closet was fucking glass.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Could someone please sit on my bed and do whatever so I can clean my room?

[gilded-sterne]

humans really saw sexual dimorphism and said "hey that's really cool, let's expand on that" and made an artificial version of it (strictly enforced gender roles based on what kind of junk a person is born with) on top of the baseline dimorphism.

[willowser]

one of those crazy girls by paramore except it's gojo

[acesstark]

bucktommy first date thoughts

im so late hopping on this train, but I'm currently watching the episode (7x05) for the first time after seeing people talk about it for weeks and weeks and I'm wayyyyy confused about what everyone was so upset about

(not a Tommy defender btw. hope they have him gone by the second ep of s8. death to bucktommy!)

so, buck and Tommy go on their first date, and things are going well except for the fact that Buck's nervous, looking around, checking his six, all of that. Tommy doesn't complain ab it, he just reassures him that no one is paying attention to them.

Then, he tells Buck about the 118 under Gerrard, how he didn't feel safe enough to come out until he transferred and only then could he be honest with himself, and Buck's response is... "I'm not lying to myself". Which is like... okay? He's twitchy and nervous and maybe took that as a hit, but that's very much not what that was. Tommy didn't get offended there either, just reassures that that's not what he was saying.

Buck then proceeds to say that he's not at all weirded out about dating a guy because... he's an ally. Which is just as hilarious as the writers intended, and again, he's nervous about the whole thing, but saying that to the gay guy who's trying to have a gay date with you? Tommy wasn't weird at all about that either, but tbh if that were me I would've said something.

And then Eddie's ass shows up and Buck does the most dramatic cartoon "[gulp] he's right behind me...isn't he?" slow turn because he thinks he's caught. Eddie doesn't clock them, and Tommy gives no hint that they're on a date when he explains what they're doing. And, while I understand Buck's panic, the "hot chicks" comment??? If I were Tommy, and I'm on a date with this guy who, in Buck's defense, isn't sure of his sexuality yet, and in response to me very vaguely explaining our plans as to not let his friend (who didn't even know Tommy was gay btw) know we're on a date, he says that we're gonna go look for girls to fuck instead of just... saying nothing instead? I would've done worse than the "closet space" joke, I would've flipped the fucking table.

Then, Tommy skips out on the rest of the date, tells Buck that he doesn't seem ready (to date men?) and leaves him outside of the restaurant. Now, I've seen people talk about this particular moment a lot over the past few weeks, and everyone's been so angry about it, so imagine my surprise when I actually watch the scene and it's nothing like people described it.

Like, sure, Tommy could've told him that he wasn't sticking around for the movie, but after how the entire dinner scene imploded like that, I'm surprised he didn't leave until they were outside the restaurant. Secondly, he didn't say anything mean or rude about Buck's unwillingness to come out to Eddie, doesn't mention any of the strange comments Buck made (Hot Chicks!!!!!), just says, "You're cute but you're not ready to date a guy. See you around!"

Then he gets in his Uber and leaves Buck outside the restaurant, which again, has been blown so out of proportion. "Oh he left Buck all alone :((" acting like he kicked him out of the car on an empty highway. Buck's a grown ass man, I promise you he can find his way home.

I'm just confused about what all the fuss is about. You guys made it seem like he called Buck a DL loser and left him in a dark alley crying by himself or smth. And trust me, I can't stand Tommy either, I want his racist misogynist ass (past or not. Gerrard's influence or not. zero apology.) off my screen IMMEDIATELY. I'm just so lost about this whole thing.

[in-tua-deep]

sometimes when i have a Bad Dream where i wake up with the adrenaline rush that makes me feel like someone has poured ice water underneath my skin, if i go immediately back to sleep it just. drops me in the same dream.

so last night when i had a dream that i, a single father, witnessed a murder through a window and immediately was the Most Stressed because they knew who i, a witness, was and i needed to protect my 8-year-old daughter - obviously i didn't want to go back to sleep instantly

however i should note that sometimes i will continue dreams anyway even if i stay up for a bit. however, it does reset something! it resets the genre

so when i went back to sleep i was thrust into??? a romcom? apparently i, in a fit of extreme stress, hired a massive bodyguard for me and my kid to protect us. i was very secretive about this whole thing (you know, on account of the murderer, and not wanting to explain why i had hired a bodyguard)

however, apparently from the outside looking in, this apparently meant i was moving on from my ex and ✨finally dating again✨

i did not pick up on this misunderstanding but it was a series of hijjinks where i was trying to hide my bodyguard's existence, bonding with him and my daughter (and fondly watching him bond with my kid) while the neighborhood ladies were like. idk. gossiping over tea on when i would finally introduce my beau and trying to hint that they would be 100% cool if i, you know, was dating again and wouldn't it be so nice if my kids had another figure to look up to etc.

then, when i finally figured out that this was the belief i, in an apparent fit of insanity, decided to lean into it

anyway that's how my horror dream where i witnessed a murder and someone kept breaking into my house became a fucking. fake dating romcom.

[isaut]

Ophie are there any outfits in particular for your divorce au that Rex really loves you in? 👀

gray ily…. there are in fact!!!! rex loves summertime ophie….. wearing skirts and dresses and sandals, just a little more carefree. a little more relaxed. a little more well rested. he just loves the flowing skirts and little tops……. going to dinner after a beach day……

but during the year he has two favorite outfits in rotation…. school year is mostly jeans and tops. always high heels no matter what…. these are definitely friday night going out outfits but they make him constantly do double takes…… (he also has on more than one occasion flung me over his shoulder to carry me home because i wasn’t walking fast enough)

and last but not least……. anything off the shoulder makes him go insane. like nearly unable to function. it’s the collarbones and the shoulders…..

safe to say the closet is endless….. nothing gets thrown out or donated because what if the daughters want to wear them???? rex has emergency out first at his house, which are just a few tshirts, two pairs of jeans, socks and sneakers. he’s concerned about when we move in together because my closet is not kept up to his level of tidiness. he comes over one day to help and realizes it’s never clean because there’s literally not room for anything.

[adlibitur]

sometimes i have to stop myself from retelling other peoples funny stories because they live so fondly in my own memory

[deadqueernoldor]

Unless you are butt naked for an entire day, there is always some dirty laundry

[shame-kink]

jimmy and the pulsating mass NEVER appears in those fucking rpgmaker motheresque game circlejerk posts and i’m SICK OF IT.

[parrishjeanna]

USA. Where our washing machines and dryers have their own rooms. As God intended!

[n1et]

I have been struck by a ray of inspiration!

[urfavedumbcunt]

i had such a massively productive (read: busy) week (and i only needed a bean on 2 of those days) and i’m so exhausted i could die and it feels like my body could literally fall apart and i stg if no one calls me a good girl (and also eats me out) i’m gonna physically implode upon myself

[honey-tongued-devil]

▶[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, ]

If you know me, hello little deers, I'm back! If you don’t know me, welcome! Just a heads-up that I don’t use "Y/N," but rather the impersonal "you," and even though I talk about clothes, no sizes or weight are involved. Enjoy the read!

Jayce:

  - It’s not that rare when you’re together; he’s a real gentleman through and through. If it’s cold, he’ll give you his jacket, his scarf, anything to keep you warm  

  - But when you’re the one taking his clothes, it’s different  

  - When he sees you walking around the room in his shirt, just after waking up, something in his brain malfunctions  

  - It’s how it fits you, no matter how big or long it is, it seems like it was made just for you, to give you that look  

  - And to him, it feels like some kind of subliminal ad, as if the universe is making you so attractive in the simplicity of that gesture just to tell him he needs to hurry up and put a ring on your finger so he can enjoy that sight every day  

  - It’s hard for you to get anything done in the morning when he wakes up with those thoughts  

  - Those are the days when you stay in bed, cuddling under the covers, with him looking at you, hand on his cheek, getting more lost in you by the second  

Viktor:

  - For Viktor, the idea of a “little thief stealing his clothes” is an interesting one  

  - He’s never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, plus, with his physique, it’s rare for anything to fit snugly anyway  

  - That’s why, except for his Academy uniform, the rest of his clothes are comfortable and at least two sizes too big for him, without mentioning Jayce's oversize ones in his closet  

  - What Viktor didn’t expect was that, once you started liking them, you’d just take them straight out of his drawer  

  - The first time he knocked on your door to ask if you’d seen his shirt —the very one you were wearing— he first stopped, confused, wondering how it had ended up on you  

  - And then, though he didn’t show it, he paused to notice with satisfaction how well it wrapped around your body  

  - Sometimes he pretends to forget his clothes at your place, just to see them on you, and to get them back with your scent on them  

  - For the nights when he feels lonelier  

Ekko: 

  - Communism  

  - There’s not really a strong sense of what belongs to whom at the Tree, although some clothes (jackets in particular) eventually get so personalized that no one dares to take them anymore  

  - The first time you grabbed Ekko’s jacket, it was simply because you were freezing, it was really cold, and he was resting, so he didn’t need it  

  - But when he saw you wearing it, his pupils dilated so much you could notice it despite his very dark eyes  

  - Ever since then, it’s him who gives it to you and insists that you wear it, because he likes it: there’s something extremely intimate and deeply personal about walking around with you in his jacket  

  - It’s like marking you as his, but really, also reminding himself of it  

  - And Ekko may be proud, but one thing you quickly and painfully learn in the alleys is to say ‘I love you’ before it’s too late, and that small possessive gesture makes him feel fulfilled because it’s like he’s telling everyone that he couldn’t live without you 

 

Vander:

  - Vander’s clothes have this super-secret ability to change depending on who’s wearing them. For example, what are shirts on him turn into dresses on you  

  - When you put them on, even just for the sake of convenience, you find yourself laughing in front of every mirror you pass by  

  - And if he notices, he can’t help but hug you from behind, leaning down to rub his nose against your neck, smiling against your skin  

  - “You know,” he says every single time, “it looks better on you than it does on me,” and no matter how false it might be, in his eyes, it’s truer than almost anything else  

  - After seeing you a few times in his grown-up man's clothes, he decided to dig through an old box to find the clothes from when he was younger and mend them before leaving them folded on your side of the bed, like a little gift  

Silco:

  - Silco’s strangest habit was the connection he had with his clothes: they looked like Piltover garments, except for the boots and the shirt under the velvet vest, yet they were torn, poorly mended, and worn out in several places  

  - Despite being the richest man in the undercity, he never changed them  

  - The only newer piece in his wardrobe that he used to wear was his coat, which was in perfect condition, scented with cologne, and lined with soft velvet that followed the direction of your fingers when you touched it  

  - Sure, there were ceremonial outfits, pajamas, and something comfortable yet always elegant, but he had worn them so little that they almost didn’t seem like his  

  - That’s why one day you simply decided you were bored, and while he was in a meeting, you could take the opportunity to try on the ones that fit you  

  - But that little fashion show from his wardrobe to the mirror probably took longer than expected, and definitely you were too focused, because you didn’t notice the tall figure watching you, leaning against the doorframe  

  - “Don’t take that off, I’ve got an idea or two,” his voice broke the silence, making you jump  

Jinx:

  - Her clothes are more like a flea market than a wardrobe: there are men’s clothes, women’s clothes, from Piltover and Zaun, intact, held together by metal staples, clean, splattered with paint, torn from explosions, some so small you wonder who they could even fit, and some so large that you and at least four of her father’s henchmen could comfortably fit in them with room to spare  

  - She’s the one who tells you to grab something from the pile the first time you ask to help her with her calculations and experiments, and in the end, you choose something comfortable rather than something intact or clean  

  - It took her a good half hour to notice, and then another hour to stop talking about it  

  - It was something she hadn’t done since she had a family, sharing clothes with someone else, and suddenly she realized just how much she missed it  

  - Every now and then, she’d give you oversized shirts on purpose, just to disappear under the fabric and snuggle up to you, where she felt sheltered enough to feel less vulnerable  

Vi:

  - Vi’s mentality was interesting because, by accident, if she noticed you were eyeing someone’s clothes with interest, somehow the next day those clothes would end up on your bed  

  - Vi would do anything for you; if it were up to her, you’d be dressed in pearls and gold, but neither the place nor her situation allowed it  

  - That’s why she never offered you her clothes: the older ones were tattered, barely definable as rags, which she stubbornly patched up every month  

  - The new ones were stolen, spoils from street fights, but they always came in looking battered and worn, or worse, stained with blood or strange substances, so they weren’t good for you  

  - When she saw you wearing a sweater from her wardrobe, stained and burned in spots, the first thing she felt was guilt  

  - She hated not being able to treat you the way she wanted to  

  - But from that day on, she made sure to at least wash her clothes before putting them away, and slowly she learned to love the clothes you stole a little more than the others  

  - That sweater, for example, she would defend it with her life  

Caitlyn:

  - Whenever you stayed over at her place, she always made sure to provide everything for you: slippers, socks, pajamas, anything you might need  

  - And it was always the highest quality you had ever seen  

  - So seeing you in her clothes wasn’t new, although she sometimes liked to have you try on things she didn’t wear anymore, partly because she couldn’t due to her important name, and partly because she spent half her time in uniform  

  - Those little fashion shows almost always ended with her on top of you, while you are very busy figuring out how to stay quiet so none of the servants, or worse, her parents, would catch you  

  - It didn’t matter if the clothes didn’t suit you, being able to see you in so many different lights made her fall even more in love with everything about you  

  - The final blow? One day she decided to look through the enforcers’ uniforms to find one that would fit you, and for the first time, she saw you in clothes that matched hers  

  - There was something about it that made her hope that uniform would change the chemistry of your brain too and make you join the force, just so she could spend more time with you, just so she could see you like that more often  

Mel:

  - For Mel, it wasn’t an event: she was used to everything, mastering her emotions, and seeing you wearing something of hers had only left her confused for a second, from which she quickly recovered, smiling at you  

  - “It looks really good on you, you know?” she had asked  

  - It didn’t bother her. Objectively, you seemed stupid borrowing those elegant clothes tailored exactly to her body  

  - It almost felt like heresy to wear the clothes of a goddess-like figure. But the goddess had sensed something, and she began buying and commissioning outfits for both you and her, matching, so you wouldn’t feel like you were missing something  

  - But there was one moment, a specific one, where seeing you in one of her dresses had left her speechless  

  - When you told her that the sweater was so beautiful it was almost a shame knowing she couldn’t wear it on the day you’d marry her  

  - And Mel Medarda came from a land of war, where it was hard to get attached to people, let alone objects  

  - Yet from that day, that piece of clothing became a constant for her, even if it meant layering or pulling it down to keep her shoulders bare  

  - Because it no longer just warmed her skin; it began to warm something deeper, something she hadn’t even realized she had  

Sevika:

  - Her clothes reflected her line of work: dirty, unpleasant, dangerous  

  - But despite that, she would drape them over you herself, no matter how worn they were: if she thought you might be cold, without a word, you’d find a sweater or hoodie on your shoulders  

  - And even though she’d glance at you from the corner of her eye, she wouldn’t stop watching you for a single moment when you wore something of hers  

  - It was a matter of homeland—there was no ownership in Zaun, not even last names, as even the family you belonged to was irrelevant compared to what you could do  

  - And the gangs, thugs, and troublemakers wouldn’t hesitate to steal what was yours  

  - But you were hers, and you couldn’t be stolen. And that shirt was hers, but she didn’t feel mutilated, like she normally would, when you wore it  

  - In fact, she loved it, opening her arms to invite you to snuggle up, holding you carefully so the prosthetic wouldn’t bother you, adjusting the clothing on you ten, a hundred times, almost unconsciously  

  - And when you wore her clothes, it felt like for a little while, you could wear her skin too, to understand her better, and she suddenly seemed more vulnerable