#young wes borland

[thehate0fmylife]

[myb4llsyourch1n]

Type shit I've been on

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Why is he like this? (and why do I love him for it?)

[motionsikmerlin]

hey guys it's cause white jesus looks like a stoner get it HAHAH

[3dollarbillyalls]

THE YEARBOOK BIZKIT

They’re so cute here I can’t… 🥺❤️

[so-much-for-stardust6]

One Year- Wes Borland

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summary: it’s you and wes’ 1 year anniversary and you decide to sing a song dedicated to him. after the show you guys celebrate in the dressing room.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: this was requested by @mizfitneeds !! apologies for taking forever to write this but i always love their ideas! also btw y/n is singing like jack off jill’s version of ‘love song’ 🫶

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i smiled as i stared out to the crowd, sweat glistening my body.

“okay guys, we’re gonna do something a little bit different tonight. this is dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend, happy one year wes.” i spoke into the microphone.

the crowd cheered as i smiled brightly. i turned around to look at my band mates, nodding at them. they began playing and everyone instantly started to scream out. we were doing a cover of ‘love song’ by the cure. i gave a quick glance to the side and came into eye contact with wes. i smile softly at him before singing.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am home again..’

memories of wes and i flashed through my mind as i sung. wes always understood me, more than anyone in my life.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am young again

whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am fun again, again’

~flashback~

i sat on a park bench, staring at the water glisten in the sun. next to me sat my wonderful boyfriend, wes. he was watching the water too, playing with my hand that he’s holding.

“i love you, you know.” he blurts out.

i was taken aback by his sudden words. he always blurts out ‘i love you’s but adding ‘you know’ made me nervous.

“yeah, of course. i love you too. what’s up?”

he fully turned to me, taking both my hands into his own.

“i love you so fucking much, so so so much more than you think. i always think about you every second of my day and i hate being away from you. so to get to the point, my question is…do you wanna move in with me?”

my stomach immediately bursted with butterflies as a giant smile appeared on my face.

“yes!”

he laughed before bringing me into a deep kiss, one full of passion. he pulled away and hugged me so tight.

~flashback over~

‘however far away, i will always love you

however long i stay, i will always love you

whatever words i say, i will always love you

i will always love you’

i sung those words as i made straight eye contact with wes, making it known that they were for him and only him. we played a couple more songs before we ended our set. i ran up to wes who immediately took me into his arms. i rested my face into the crook of his neck as he spun us around. i giggled at the action, earning a giggle from him as well.

“i love you so fucking much..” he pulled away and whispered.

“i love you so much too.”

“so fucking much?”

“so fucking much.”

he locked lips and a tiny spark was felt, igniting something in my stomach and between my legs. he could sense it too because once he pulled away he gave me a look. i bit my lip as he took my hand and led us to his dressing room. he shoved us inside and made sure to lock the door (cause last time he forgot chloe walked in on us. poor girl was scarred..). he turned to me and grabbed my face, placing a kiss onto my smooshed lips.

“i wanna make love to you..” he breathed out.

“you gotta make it fast…you’re on soon.”

“they can wait.”

he started to slowly take off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. i took off his shirt as well but i placed it neatly on a suitcase. we undressed each other until we were fully naked.

“god you’re always so beautiful. like an glowing angel.” i blush at his words.

he began to press kissing to my shoulders, making sure to kiss every inch of my skin. he worked his way down to my boobs, to which he only peppered soft kisses on. he grabbed onto my hips and led us to the couch, gently laying us down. he continued his kisses as i giggled at the feeling of his lip ring.

“wesss…we can’t be long.” i whine out, grabbing a handful of his gel slicked hair.

“very impatient, baby.” he smirked as he used a hand to pump himself.

wes and i never made love before so i was incredibly nervous. i know it’s sex (which we’ve had many times) but it’s different. the mood and feeling is what changes it.

“you ready?”

“mhm.”

he kept eye contact with me as he pushed himself in. i let out a soft moan and fluttered my eyelids shut. he began to thrust slowly which felt agonizing compared to the speeds i know he could go. he brought our lips together again, tenderly kissing me. he kept one hand on my hip and slowly guided me along to his thrusts. his fingertips pressed onto my skin harshly as he moved me. he pulled away from my lips and rested his forehead onto mine. we listened to each other’s breathing, feeling the love grow through our veins.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispered.

“i love you too, wes..” i pecked his lips.

the hand that was on my hip slowly traveled up my body and to my boobs. he slowly started to massage my right one, being so gentle with it. he adjusted himself which gave him easier access to hitting that one spot. i gasp out at the new feeling and grab onto his shoulders. i dug my fingernails into his skin, probably drawing a little blood. the atmosphere in the room felt sensual, hot and heavy but not in the usual way. i smile a bit to myself as i realize the man i love is making love to me. his lips found the sweet spot on my neck and began lightly sucking on it. i moaned out at the feeling and clenched around him. it didn’t take long so far that certain feeling to arise in my stomach.

“wes…”

“i know..i know baby..” he peppers kisses on my neck.

i tilt my head back to give him more access. it was already known that i had wes’ body paint all over me, his most definitely smudged.

“i’m so close, wes…please..” i whine out.

“go ahead, baby..” he mumbles against my lips.

i gasp out as i came all over him, eyes screwed shut. i arched my back, wes taking a chance to wrap his arm around my body to bring me closer to him. he didn’t even think twice as he came inside me, groaning out against my neck. my hot breath fanning onto my skin.

“i…love…you…” he said in between kisses that he left on my lips.

“oh no, your makeup is smudged!” i gasp out, reaching out to touch his paint.

“wanna help me fix it?”

“duh.” i laugh.

he helps clean me up and helps me put my clothes back on. he sat at his desk and i sat on his lap, fixing up the black paint.

“hey so, i wanted to talk to you about something.” his tone serious.

i clear my throat and shifted in his lap, letting him know i’m listening. i nodded to encourage him to continue. he instead grabbed my hips and helped me off of him so he could walk to his bag.

“i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while..and since today is our one year i think it’s a perfect time.”

his back was to me as he held whatever he grabbed.

“what is it, babe?”

before he could turn around and talk, fred came pounding on the door.

“yo wes! hurry up with your guys’ fucking, we’re on soon!”

i heard wes mumble something before putting away the item.

“i guess another time then.” he chuckles.

i smile and nod as he approached me.

“you gonna watch us?”

“of course, let me just wipe your makeup off and i’ll be out there.”

“okay, see you soon.” he presses a soft kiss to my lips before leaving.

a part of me wanted to check his bag to see the item but i ignored that thought and went to grab a wipe to clean myself up.

[kornocreep]

Rare footage of young Wes Borland ; 1993

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Young Wes Borland is the definition of that one sound ‘your son looks like a girl’

[weswhoreland]

mistletoe

wes borland x gn!reader 661 words t+ read on ao3

“Another Hallmark movie?”

The two of you are sitting on the couch, enjoying a Christmas movie marathon. It’s been a long week for both of you, full of chaos and obligations. It’s nice to finally unwind. What’s even nicer, though, is the fake look of annoyance on Wes’s face.

You can’t help but smirk.

“You know you like them,” you tease. “Come on. Guess the plot of this one.”

Wes looks at the screen, listening to the cheery music that plays over the scenery of snowfall and Christmas trees. It’s a lot like the last one the two of you watched.

“Let me think,” he starts. “Girl comes back to her hometown for Christmas. Falls in love with some guy."

You grin. "Okay," you agree. "Go on, keep going."

Wes hums to himself, considering the plots of all the movies the two of you had watched that night.

"There’s some cheesy scene with them kissing under the mistletoe,” he continues. "Tooth rottingly sweet. Am I forgetting anything?"

“You forgot the part about how she’s become a city girl,” you point out. “And he’s a country boy.”

Wes laughs. “God, how could I forget about that?”

“And,” you continue, “they’re old flames. Highschool sweethearts.

“Oh, naturally.”

Wes stretches a little, his sweater riding up just enough that your eyes linger a little longer than necessary. You can’t help yourself. But the night is still young, and there’s plenty of time to act on those impulses.

“I’m gonna check on the cookies,” Wes says then, getting up from his place on the couch. The two of you had had the idea of making the little Christmas Tree sugar cookies tonight. And with the smell that’s filling the house right now? It’s hitting you how good of an idea that was.

“Okay,” you reply, grinning. “But, hey, if they’re done, don’t steal any. I’ll know.”

Wes rolls his eyes playfully before disappearing into the kitchen. You watch as your cat steals his spot on the couch, immediately plopping down. You reach out and scratch down her back. She arches into it, purring.

Earlier, you and Wes had a discussion about what you wanted for Christmas. And… well, honestly? This is all you wanted. To spend time with Wes, as cheesy as that sounds. Nothing fancy, just the two of you (and the cat), uninterrupted. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

The cookies are definitely an added bonus, though.

“Hey, (y/n)?” You hear Wes call from the kitchen, bringing you back to reality. “Can you help me with something?”

Help him with something? You’re definitely not opposed, but what could he need help with? “Yeah,” you reply. “Hang on. I’ll be there in a second.”

You get up from the couch and make your way into the kitchen. At first, you’re not really sure what you expected. You’re immediately greeted by the sight of Wes standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a shit-eating grin on his face. You nearly ask what’s going on before something catches your eye.

When you look up, you see it.

Mistletoe.

“Oh my god,” you laugh. Is he serious? “You’re so cheesy.”

Wes laughs at that. Clearly, this is the reaction he expected. “What? You don’t like it?”

… Well.

“I didn’t say that."

And at that, Wes kisses you. Maybe he intended it to be a little peck, maybe not. Either way, the kiss lingers. You kiss him back, suddenly overwhelmed by how cute this is. Wes is always surprising you. And as cheesy as he can be sometimes, you love it.

When the two of you finally break apart, Wes looks down at you and grins. Clearly, he's proud of himself. And... well. He should be.

"You're so cheesy," you say again, laughing. "Like a damn Hallmark movie."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," you reply. And at that, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him again.

This is turning out to be the best Christmas ever.

[deadhorse21]

Yogi; A Life of Love

It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve put thoughts to paper (or in this case screen.) This was written a day or so ago; my feelings are still raw, the goal was to get them down before they faded. This was written in one go with close to no editing; if there are typos, punctuation errors, or faults in my syntax I’m fine with it. I wanted it to honest, editing would have made me strip it down. I don’t think it would have been as good. We all think our furry friend is the best and I am no different; he was a great cat, I hope I did him justice.

JGS3 - 12/13/24

Here you go…..

Summing up sixteen and a half years isn’t going to be easy to do, but I’m going to make an attempt to do so as I want to record how I feel while it’s fresh.  Getting a kitten in 2008 was something I wasn’t planning on, but a few events took place that allowed me to do so.  The first was Katie saying that I should get a kitten (because she wanted one to play with,) the next, and more important one was that Julie Borland’s sister had a male cat to go with four females; none of which were fixed.  Forty some odd kittens, and they showed me two.  One wasn’t into me, and the other curled up on my lap and fell asleep.  At the time I had a goatee, this kitten had a black patch on his chin.  That probably would have been enough for me to take him home, but when he fell asleep on me, it was like he chose me.  A few weeks later, against the wishes of my mother, who I lived with, I went to pick him up.  She never believed that I was going to do it.

A few hours later I showed up with a tiny tuxedo kitten who didn’t have a name and was meowing out of fear.  My mother was not pleased, and not won over immediately.  Her immediate reaction was to grab a bonsai tree I had, walk on the deck and throw it across the yard.

The kitten was shaky ground for a few days, and his status in the house was tenuous at best.  Somehow I convinced her to keep giving him one more day.  A month or so later she was laid off from her long time job, and was then home with the kitten.

Over the first few days and weeks he was with me I tried out a few names, none of which seemed to work for him.  In mid-July I remember having the MLB All Star Game on; Yogi Berra was in the booth doing an interview.  I looked down at the kitten and said “how about Yogi.”  It was the name that stuck.

The next few years he grew into a beautiful, friendly cat.  He was never very large, everywhere he went he was loved and won people over with his personality.  He went from house to house in the neighborhood collecting treats and making friends.  The Donnelly’s in particular cared for him and looked after him.  Many of them have reached out to offer condolences in only the way cat people can.

Yogi wasn’t without his issues; as a young cat he got into quite a few tussles and was put into quarantine from wounds from fighting.  He had a cut on his stomach, bites to his tail, one of his front paws had a knuckle that was practically skinned to the bone once.  On these few occasions that he wasn’t able to go out on his own, my mother and I would take him out on a leash.  He didn’t love it, but he cooperated to some degree.

Over the years he came to dislike the car and would let out the most horrendous meows.  To keep him calm I would sing to him.  I have no idea if it did any good, but it made me feel like I was doing something to at least keep him calm.

He loved to find a patch of sun to lay in, and would lounge on the carpet, on the couch, on the deck in the warm rays.  He had a knack for sitting on the railing of the deck, which was no small feat, considering it’s a 2x4 narrow side up.  He managed to do it though, all the way through the summer of 2024.

Another thing he loved was a good lap.  He was always friendly and affectionate, but his lap time could go on so long as to be an annoyance.  I’d be trying to eat on the couch, he’d be climbing into my lap.  Another of his quirks was laying between my knees, whether it be on the couch watching TV, or while in bed he’d find the spot that was best for him, but left me unable to move.  When he slept with my mother he’d curl up behind her knees.  A cat that weighed less than ten pounds most of his life immobilizing full grown adult humans.  But you didn’t want to move, because you felt bad disturbing him.  

Sitting up high was another thing he liked to do.  He’d perch on the back of a reclining chair, or the couch.  In my mother’s room he’d find a way on top of the bureau and make it a bed.  There were also times when he’d go to the basement and lay in some bizarre spot; on top of a storage tote, or an old pop tent that was stashed somewhere.  Two of the spots he liked to lay that drove me crazy was in the pink fiberglass insulation in the eaves of the attic, and on top of the knee high drawer in my room.  

He was a cat that would go out in a rain storm to go to the bathroom because the litter box just wasn’t his thing, but if you flicked water on him he’d scowl and run out of the room (this was something I’d do in the kitchen after washing my hands.)  Blowing in his ear would bring on a shake of the head, tapping his paw with your toe was playing with fire, as he’d swat at your or worse pounce on your foot.  As much as he didn’t like his feet being touched, he loved an ear rub or a chin rub.  

People complain that cats are problems because they climb on counters or ruin furniture.  Yogi didn’t do either.  There were times he would jump up there as a pup, or pick at the chair or couch, but the only place he usually went that he wasn’t really welcome was the dining room table, and that’s due to it getting morning sun from the east, and afternoon sun from the west.  He knew where he wanted to be.  We could leave food on the counter and he wouldn’t touch it.  Not many cats are like that.  He was trustworthy.

I’d be remiss if I left out his proclivity for hunting.  He was a prodigious mouser.  The local chipmunk population was in decline because of Yogi.  He also brought him birds and voles.  His last two catches were in May or June of this year, and he went out in style, bringing home two bunnies.  In all the years he lived with us he’d never brought a bunny home before.

As an animal you are given a meal, and the person giving it expects them to eat it.  Yogi, not so much.  He was beyond a picky eater.  What he liked on Monday he may turn his nose up at later in the week.  One thing he never fussed over were treats.  He’d gobble them down like the cat cookies they are.  Over the summer he would walk around the house meowing.  The only thing that satiated him in this period.  The meowing may have been a clue that something was happening with him.

From a young age we found out he had kidney issues, and it was something that was monitored (along with a heart murmur.)  Over the years they went from good, to ok, to poor, to failing.  In September of this year I noticed him kind of bumming around the driveway and acting a bit strange.  It dawned on me that he was having trouble seeing.  A call was placed to the vet, Saturday September 14th I brought him to his regular vet’s new office.  They had him for a few hours and decided that he needed a greater level of car than they were able to provide.  The local VCA admitted him and took him in for exams.  A few hours later we went back to check on him and get an update.  They thought that with treatment he’d be ok and have more time.  We opted for that and began giving him daily saline injections for hydration (the result of poor kidney function,) as well as blood pressure medicine.  With his blood pressure under control his eye sight returned (although I don’t think it was as good as it had been.)

One thing was certain; his days as a free roaming outdoor cat were at an end.  The cat that would jump off my lap on the floor, and bound to the arm of the recliner had lost a step; coupled with his diminished eyesight he wouldn’t be able to go out without supervision.  He was no leashed and given a run of either the front yard (where he would inevitably decide to lay hidden amongst the flowers,) or the back yard where he’d try to get into another flower bed.  Around this time we also began walking him.  He’d go grudgingly; I found it better to carry him down the street, then let him lead me home on the leash.  At first it would only be a few yards from the house, but over the weeks I’d bring him to the school yard down the street; I’d put him on the ground and he would lead me home.  He’d do his business on the way, and upon arrival in the kitchen he’d get a few treats, then he’d head back to the couch.  The corner of the couch was outfitted with a heating pad, from September to December 11 it was the place he was most often found.  There were a few times when he decided to sleep with mom, and on one occasion he looked at me and meowed from across the room.  I tapped the arm of the chair a few times, which was an invitation to come sit with me (that’s another thing, he preferred to be invited to sit with you; he had such good manners!)  He jumped up and spent some time with me.  That was the last time he sat with me in the chair on his own.  At the time it seemed like he was getting back to his old self, but that wasn’t the case.  Unbeknownst to us at the time he was getting sicker.

The next few weeks he began turning his nose up at more food that he had previously liked, instead opting for small piece of meatloaf or left over chicken.  His ability to jump on the couch was diminishing, his balance was getting worse.  He would have to climb up on mom’s bed, then in the final days he would have to climb onto the couch.  When this started to happen I noticed his paws where getting puffy.  Initially it was a forepaw, it went away on its own after a day or two.  A week or so later his left rear paw got puffy.  After two days it didn’t go away.  Mom and I assumed it was from the medication he was on, and maybe a diuretic would take care of it.  

We wanted to bring him to the vet, but didn’t want to make an appointment.  By this point he wasn’t moving off the couch (this was Monday the 9th of December.)  Two days earlier he and I had gone for our stroll down the park.  It was cold, and had rained, so we didn’t go as far as we had the previous few trips.  I put him down (I now trusted him enough to let him go off leash,) and we began the walk him.  He was slow, and needed to take breaks, but we made it.  I carried home over a muddy spot, and up the stairs, but by and large he went the distance himself.  The next day he didn’t do as well.

Mom brought him in as a walk in; he was admitted right away.  A few hours later they called her, and let her know that he had a mass in his abdomen, likely cancer and there wasn’t much to be done.  She brought him home. By this point he wasn’t eating, and had also stopped drinking.  She began spooning him water, I gave it to him with an eye dropper.

We decided it was time to stop his suffering.  Tuesday morning from work I called an at home vet who would be able to ease his pain.  It was around 9:00 AM.  During the call I was a basket case.  I was hoping to get one more day with him.  The person on the phone said if he wasn’t drinking we shouldn’t wait.  They had a doctor available at 3:00 PM that day.  I acquiesced, and made the appointment.  Not sure what to do, I thought I’d go home at 2:00, but realized it was selfish of me to stay away.

Leaving work at 11:30, I got home about fifteen minutes later.  He was in the same spot, hadn’t move in hours.  All he could do was lift his head.  He’d stopped meowing a few days before (he had always been very vocal, and also stopped purring, which was absolutely devastating from a cat that purr generously.)  Most disconcerting of all was his body had no fight to it, he was like a limp noodle.  He had nothing left to give, it was clear when I had to hold him up. I laid him on my lap for a while, then mom decided that she wanted a turn.  I moved to the chair and she sat with him until about 2:00 PM.  At some point I fell asleep.  When I awoke she asked to move him so she could get up.  We put him back on the heating pad, and covered him to keep him warm.  He remained that way until about 2:40.  I was doing something across the room when he put his head up and whimpered.  Looking over I asked if he was ok.  He let out a second whimper, at which point I went across the room and took his head in my right palm and stroked his chest with left.  He died like that, with his head in my hand.  It was 2:43.  He went out on his own. No injections from a stranger, nothing to be stressed over, and he gave me the ability to live without the guilt of putting down my best friend.  

I love him. I will never forget him.  I am heartbroken.

[thehate0fmylife]

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Did Wes ever imagine...

that one day... he'd achieve greatness?

[homeimprovement31311]

Wilson Home Improvement Costume

In this blog post, we’ll dive into the history behind Tim Allen’s hilarious character on Home Improvement, provide step-by-step instructions for creating your own DIY costume, offer tips for nailing Tim Taylor’s signature grunting and catchphrases, share ideas for getting your friends involved in a group costume theme, explore alternative options from the show to dress up as, and much more.

For more: Wilson Home Improvement Costume

So grab your tool belt and power up those creative juices because it’s time to transform yourself into everyone’s favorite insightful neighbor. Let’s get started on bringing some nostalgic laughs.

The History Behind Tim

Fans of the hit 90s sitcom “Home Improvement” will fondly remember Tim Taylor, the lovable and bumbling host of the fictional show “Tool Time.” Played by the talented actor Tim Allen, Tim Taylor became a household name for his hilarious mishaps and catchy catchphrases.

Tim’s character was inspired by creator Matt Williams’ own experiences with home improvement projects gone awry. The character embodied the quintessential handyman who always had big dreams but often found himself in over his head. From exploding lawnmowers to disastrous kitchen remodels, Tim’s misadventures never ceased to entertain audiences.

Throughout its eight-season run from 1991 to 1999, “Home Improvement” showcased not only comedic moments but also touched on relatable family dynamics. Despite his frequent blunders in DIY projects, Tim’s dedication to his wife Jill and their three sons showed that there was more to him than just being a tool enthusiast.

Tim’s on-screen chemistry with co-host Al Borland added another layer of humor to the show. Their banter and contrasting personalities created countless unforgettable moments that still resonate with fans today.

While “Home Improvement” may have ended over two decades ago, its legacy lives on through syndication and fan appreciation. Dressing up as Tim Taylor for Halloween or costume parties is a way for fans young and old to pay homage to this iconic TV character.

So whether you’re donning a plaid shirt tucked into your jeans or sporting a tool belt full of gadgets, channeling your inner Tim Taylor is sure to bring laughter and nostalgia at any event. Just be sure not to take any power tools too seriously.

Creating the Perfect DIY Wilson Home Improvement Costume

If you’re a fan of the hit 90s sitcom “Home Improvement,” chances are you have a soft spot for the lovable character, Wilson. With his sage advice and iconic fence peeking, he’s an unforgettable part of the show. So why not pay homage to this beloved neighbor by creating your own DIY Wilson Home Improvement costume?

First things first – let’s talk about that signature look. To recreate Wilson’s style, start with a plaid button-up shirt paired with khaki pants and comfortable brown shoes. Adding a straw hat is essential for capturing his laid-back vibe.

Now, onto the most crucial element – the fence! You can easily make your own version using cardboard or foam board painted to resemble wood. Attach it securely to a headband or tie it around your neck with string for easy we arability throughout the night.

To complete your transformation into Wilson, don’t forget about his trusty gardening tools. Carry around a small trowel or hand rake as a prop to add an extra touch of authenticity.

Remember, while dressing up as Wilson is fun on its own, fully embodying his character takes some practice. Don’t be afraid to channel Tim Allen’s grunting noises and use some of Tim Taylor’s classic catchphrases like “More power!” or “I don’t think so, Tim.”

And if you want to take it one step further and turn this into a group costume idea, invite your friends to dress up as other characters from Home Improvement! Whether someone goes as Jill Taylor in her handywoman attire or Mark in his goth phase – there are plenty of options to choose from!

So grab your tool belt and get ready for some DIY Halloween fun! With just a little creativity and imagination, you’ll be able to create an authentic Wilson Home Improvement costume that will surely impress fellow fans at any party.

Incorporating Key Accessories for Authenticity

When it comes to creating the perfect Wilson Home Improvement costume, paying attention to the details is essential. One way to really nail the authenticity of your costume is by incorporating key accessories that are synonymous with Tim Taylor and his beloved TV show.

Start off by finding a sturdy tool belt that you can wear around your waist. This will not only make you look like a true handyman but also provide a practical place to store some of your tools. Look for one in leather or canvas material for an extra touch of realism.

Next, don’t forget about the iconic safety goggles that Tim often wore while working on his projects. These can easily be found at any hardware store or online retailer. Make sure they fit comfortably and securely on your face so you can channel Tim’s DIY spirit with ease.

To further enhance your costume, consider adding a baseball cap emblazoned with the “Binford Tools” logo – Tim’s go-to brand for power tools on the show. This small detail will instantly tie your outfit together and let everyone know you’re part of Team Taylor.

And let’s not overlook one crucial accessory – don’t forget to bring along some props! Carry around a fake tool or two, such as a wrench or hammer, just like Tim always had within arm’s reach during his hilarious mishaps.

Tips for Nailing Tim Taylor’s Signature Grunting and Catchphrases:

1. Embrace the Grunt: One of Tim Taylor’s most recognizable traits is his signature grunt. To truly embody his character, practice your own version of the “Arghh-arghh” sound he frequently makes when things don’t go as planned. It might feel silly at first, but it adds an extra touch of authenticity to your costume.

2. Master the Catchphrases: Tim Taylor has a repertoire of catchphrases that have become synonymous with his character on Home Improvement. From “More power!” to “I don’t think so, Tim,” these phrases are essential for capturing the essence of his personality. Practice delivering them with confidence and enthusiasm to really bring your costume to life.

3. Study His Mannerisms: Pay attention to how Tim Taylor carries himself on the show. He often uses exaggerated gestures and facial expressions to emphasize his points or showcase comedic moments. Incorporate some of these mannerisms into your portrayal, whether it’s a dramatic hand gesture or a playful smirk.

4. Don’t Overdo It: While it’s important to capture Tim Taylor’s grunts and catchphrases accurately, remember not to overdo it. Balance is key – sprinkle in those iconic elements throughout the night without overwhelming everyone around you.

5. Have Fun with Improvisation: As much as you want to emulate Tim Taylor, remember that part of what made him such a beloved character was his ability to improvise and be spontaneous in hilarious ways! Feel free to add your own comedic twist or one-liners inspired by him.

How to Get Your Friends Involved in a Group Home Improvement Costume

Getting your friends involved in a group Home Improvement costume can make the experience even more enjoyable and memorable. Plus, it’s always fun to coordinate outfits with your buddies! Here are some tips on how to get everyone excited and on board.

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Remembering Home Improvement: A Retrospective on Eight Memorable Seasons

Home Improvement" holds a special devote the hearts of viewers who grew up watching the show during its original run. For eight seasons, the Taylor family provided laughter, love, and life lessons that continue to resonate with audiences today. In this short article, we have a nostalgic journey through each season, highlighting memorable moments that made Home improvement cast an unforgettable experience.

Season 1: The Beginning

The inaugural season introduced us to the Taylor family and the premise of the series. Tim's mishaps and humorous attempts at DIY projects set the tone for the show's comedic elements. The season also explored the challenges of balancing family life with work obligations, establishing the heartwarming family dynamics that will define the series.

Season 2: Expanding the Cast

The next season saw the introduction of new characters, such as for instance Tim's friend and co-host, Al Borland. Richard Karn's portrayal of Al quickly became a lover favorite, and his dynamic with Tim became a cornerstone of the show's humor. Season 2 further delved into the Taylor children's growth and the sibling rivalries that added comedic flair to the household dynamic.

Season 3: The Teenage Years

Whilst the Taylor boys grew older, the show explored the trials and tribulations of adolescence. The conflicts and humor that arose from Brad, Randy, and Mark's teenage experiences resonated with both young viewers and parents alike. The season also delved deeper into Jill's character, showcasing her personal and professional aspirations.

Season 4: Tool Time Triumphs

The fictional show within a show, "Tool Time," became an enormous success, catapulting Tim and Al to stardom. The season witnessed various comedic mishaps throughout the live tapings, making Tool Time segments a fan-favorite facet of "Home Improvement." Additionally, the show began addressing more technical themes, such as for instance environmental issues and parenting challenges.

Season 5: The Addition of Baby Taylor

An important change occurred in the Taylor household during season 5 with the arrival of baby Mark. The addition of a new relative brought both joy and comedic chaos, as Tim and Jill navigated the challenges of parenting a newborn. The show also continued to blend humor with heartwarming moments, captivating audiences of most ages.

Season 6: Tim's Career Changes

In season 6, Tim faced career transitions, leading him to reevaluate his life's priorities. The comedic exploration of Tim's various job opportunities provided humorous insight into the struggles of finding the right path. Meanwhile, the show maintained its concentrate on family values, highlighting the significance of communication and support within the Taylor clan.

Season 7: A New Chapter

The seventh season marked a turning point for the series, as eldest son Brad left for college. The narrative shifted to explore the Taylor family's adjustment to an "empty nest." New storylines emerged, as the show's core message of family remained strong, emphasizing that change is an all-natural part of life.

Season 8: The Final Farewell

The eighth and final season of Home improvement cast provided closure to the beloved series. The season celebrated the show's journey while addressing the changes that come with growing up and moving on. The heartfelt farewell episodes brought tears and laughter as viewers said goodbye to the Taylor family they had come to adore.

Conclusion

"Home Improvement" left an indelible mark on television history by blending humor, heart, and relatable family dynamics. Each season contributed to the show's legacy, with the Taylor family becoming an enduring symbol of warmth and laughter for fans around the world. Decades as a result of its original airing, "Home Improvement" remains an iconic sitcom, cherished by new and longtime viewers alike.

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since she’s having a bad time, gianna math cup. @giannafartfart

hi gianna, I math you cup with fred durst

• you guys run over people with your car in orange county

• you listen to forever young together and like smooch

• he lets you wear his fugly ass hats

• he explains what nu metal is to you when you can’t sleep

• you tell him to go on a juice cleanse because he’s fat

• then you rub his fat tummy when he cheats on the juice cleanse with an oatmeal cookie and she was good

• you probably bought the oatmeal cookie too because you’re not on a stupid juice cleanse

• you buy those vanilla cake ball pudding things that your mom apparently bought and you put them in each others assholes

• speaking of assholes, he loves pegging

• you were in the break stuff video and you played jonathan davis

• you listen to cats in the cradle and gorillaz together because he has an absent father

• one time jonathan davis was hitting on him and he said “I have a girlfriend” and that was the peak of your relationship because you actually fucking hit him

• wes borland is your best friend and he does the makeup on you

• fred lets you wear his ill-fitting shirts when you’re sad

• you’re dating a nu metal person (fred uses they/them) so you have access to all the nu metal shit and you were in slipknot cuddle puddle

• fred durst loves you so much that he lets you live in orange county, russia with him

hope you’re feeling better joan, sending love your way.

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a young wes borland of limp bizkit