all the outfits all the billys

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the plance stylings of chunk

Since I can’t draw for more than an hour at a time (and even that is pushing it), I of course want to draw all the things. Which includes:

  • Clean/injured icon for Nadine to actually mod into her game
  • Nadine and the advisors in fancy Halamshiral outfits
  • the OT3 in fancy outfits (this is entire inspired by Chrisjen Avasarala. I want to put all of her clothes on Tulsi)
  • finish the Tulsi/James morning thingie
  • a comic. idk about what but apparently I really want to try to make a comic
  • more smut obvs
  • cute shippy shit with Rowan and Alistair
  • More Billie. More Dakota. More them + their lovers

And guess who’s not going to want to do any of this once she can can sit up properly to draw again? Me.

Favorite little things from The Magnificent Seven (2016)

IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

-Faraday getting shut down by the pretty girl in the carriage

-Chisholm’s expression while he eats the deer heart with Red Harvest

-Billy Rocks doing all this fancy knife-work and claiming that it’s “easy”

-Chisholm’s all-black outfit 

-Horne getting all awkward with the woman in the bar

-Horne’s little speech at the end about serving with men he respects

-Red Harvest killing Denali 

-THE SOUUNNNDTTRRAAACCCCCKKKKKKK 

-Emma cutting off Faraday while he’s explaining how to shoot

-“Seems I was the only one with enough balls to do so.”

- “There’s no such thing as a Texican, cabrón.” 

-Red Harvest’s smirk when they figure out he can speak English

Fallout but instead of being based on an alternate America obsessed with 1950s pop culture and aesthetics it’s based on an alternate America obsessed with late 80s through early 90s pop culture and aesthetics

MBTI types as the first 16 My Immortal outfit descriptions
  • ENFJ: A long black dress with lots of red tulle coming out and very low-cut with a huge slit.
  • ENFP: A black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings.
  • ENTJ: A black leather minidress that was all ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was some corset stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Samara from the Ring (if u don’t know who she iz ur a prep so fuk off!) and I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.
  • ENTP: A black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow.
  • ESFJ: Some black eyeliner, black eyesharrow, blood-bed lipstick and a black really low-cut leather dress that was all ripped and in stripes so you could see my belly. I was wearing a skull belly ring with black and red diamonds inside it.
  • ESFP: A black leather shirt that showed off my boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt.
  • ESTJ: In it was a sexy tite low-smut black leather gothic dress. It had red korset stuff and there was a silt up da leg. I put it on. My frendz helped me put on blak fishnetz and blak pointy boots Willow had chosen. Willow and Darkness helped me put on black eyeliner and blod-red lipshtick.
  • ESTP: I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky.
  • INFJ: A blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My hair was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee in Gong Under.
  • INFP: A short ripped black gothic dress that said Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Joel all over them with blood red letters. I put my ebony black hair out.
  • INTJ: A low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels.
  • INTP: A black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets.
  • ISFJ: A black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.
  • ISFP: A blak corset bar wif purple stuff on it, fishnet suckings and a blak leather thong underneath.
  • ISTJ: A blak ledder mini, a blak corset with urple lace stuff all over it, an black gothic compact boots.
  • ISTP: A black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

I love that whenever you summon your assassins, you can see their name even though they all look exactly alike ( except Billie, who wears a different color )

Headcanon: the Whalers don’t even know how Daud can tell them all apart. Some of them think it’s part of his powers given to him by the Outsider, but others believe it’s just his natural perception. They even switched outfits one day, just to see if there was something about their uniforms that helped him tell who they were, but he still called them all by their right names.

anonymous asked:

Harley Quinn

-Favorite design:

-Least favorite design:

when she wears literally anything else, like

no

what?

you stop that! and worst of all

what fresh hell is that! 

-Favorite ship:

her and Poison Ivy

-Favorite friendship:

her and Billy Batson 

-One thing I’d change:

can we please put her back in her original outfit? that’s really no need to hyper-sexualize Harley Quinn of all things I mean I get that it’s comics and there will always be a lot of that but have some restraint guys not EVERY female character needs to be in micro shorts and a corset 

-A random headcanon:

she collects stray animals, and not so stray animals, okay she robs Gotham zoo a lot

-A story I’d write for them:

hard to say because I like her both as a goofy not that bad bad guy who hangs with Catwoman and is low key gay with Poison Ivy, but I also like her as the scary as fuck right hand of the Joker who tortured Tim Drake into madness, so idk, I guess I’d like Harley and Ivy living in a house together keeping pets, killer planets and street kids. 

Ship For Christina

Husband: Norman Reedus

(credit to @reedusmcbridedaily)

Best Friend: Sarah Paulson

(credit to @iloveyousally64)

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My ARTPOP ZONE & ArtRave Experience

Here goes…..

First off I have to say that for the originally scheduled Seattle show I was actually in GA but one APZ ticket came up randomly on Ticketmaster.ca and as if fate had finally intervened, it was mine. Finally it was happening to me….

For those who don’t know, I followed Gaga around Australia during the Born This Way Ball tour for a whole month and I can count 20 times that I tried and waited for her at every possible moment I could manage and still missed out. All my friends back in Aus met her…. except me. This is why this past weekend has been so special to me.

Below are some main points of what transpired during the backstage meet and greet in Seattle:

  • We had 1 and a half hours with her
  • Security confiscated all our phones
  • There was a bar backstage
  • Chairs all around the perimeter of the room
  • Gaga came out and sat in the middle on a bar stool next to a raised table. She wore a Skid Row band t-shirt and a  long sequined top with fishnets and studded black booties.
  • She came out with the rolled up painting a fan had created for her and thrown on stage (Lady Salvador)
  • She showed us it straight away (after offering all of us a drink on her! But we already all had drinks so politely declined)
  • She asked how we were doing and if we enjoyed the show
  • She played 3 songs off Cheek to Cheek (Firefly, Bang Bang & Every Time We Say Goodbye) that she playe from her iPod hooked up to Beats speakers.
  • Firefly was my favourite track of the 3.  Very playful & really showed a playful side to her personality through the lyrics especially.
  • She danced around the room and in her chair to the music, she was so candid & adorable and I remember seeing Lane looking at her from the back of the room smiling so proudly and happily at her.
  • People asked about Tony and collaborating with him on their album.
  • She spoke about how Tony is mentoring & teaching her about singing Jazz, he says her vocals sound like Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday. Their friendship and collaboration just came about so organically.
  • She gave us insight into working on the album with him.
  • Do What U Want with Christina came up and she spoke about her performance with her. How she always makes sure she is highly professional throughout the entire process from start to end. She prepared Christina with all the lyrics highlighted in advance, choreography, swatches of their outfits, every little detail was thought out meticulously.
  • Gaga spoke about how her family members are all highly professional so it’s instilled within her too.
  • She spoke with depth about her relationship with Taylor, when they first met, how he gave her his email address on a piece of paper as she was pulling away on the last day of filming and it was an embarrassing one he’d made when he was 15 and how she was amused by it.
  • How she cried for 3 days after filming You & I and meeting Taylor because she knew she had to be with him but at the time she was with Luc.
  • How he takes her out for drives on his motorbike to the ocean to getaway.
  • How he loves it when she changes the way she looks all the time. He’s a weirdo on the inside and she’s a weirdo on the outside.
  • She said she wants children but isn’t ready for them yet.
  • Her work with Marina and wanting to do more performance art pieces in the near future. She spoke about the famous piece Marina did where she laid out all different items and the public could choose what they wanted to do with her. Her Dad doesn’t want her to replicate this but she believes there would always be enough fans there to protect her from any harm.
  • Her work with Robert Wilson in the Louvre and being able to separate the mind from the body, as it was so physically demanding on her.
  • Katy Perry and other artists copying her work visually and about her tweet referring to everyone having green hair and riding mechanical horses suddenly!
  • The gay community and having lots of gay friends growing up, quite often they didn’t even realise they were gay until they were older.
  • Gaga was singing Bang Bang whilst getting ready to take out M&G photos.
  • My friend Larry was the last question of the night but instead of a question it was a request. Asking Gaga to stop for our friend Jon who was outside the exit to the venue waiting for her. He showed Gaga the booklet he had made with Jon’s bio and Gaga looked at it & loved his photo with Michelle Obama. She asked exactly where he was and what his condition was (he has cerebal palsy). We told her & said she HAD to meet him; he’s a big fan and a really great guy. So Gaga told us she would try to find him to meet him.

Now onto the exciting highlights of the night:

When it was photo time Larry & myself made sure we went last of all. This is where it’s all a bit of a whirlwind blur. I remember Larry getting his photo taken then it was my turn. I walked up to Gaga and said “Hi Gaga, I’m Catherine.” “Hello Caaatherine ~” I couldn’t believe she said my name. Hearing her say my name made me lose it inside! Then I blurted out what I really wanted to tell her but not in front of the entire group (even though we weren’t supposed to talk much to her during photo time). I said “I just wanted to let you know that I came out in January this year & I wanted to thank you for your support and dedication towards the gay community”.



(I really desperately wanted to tell her this as it was such a big deal for me coming out this year as a 27 year old woman and the entire BTW Ball experience for my freinds and I was like one giant travelling pride parade. Full of love and acceptance for one another. Born This Way couldn’t have come at a more significant and important moment in my life. The timing was perfect and instrumental to my acceptance of my sexuality.)

Gaga said “You’re welcome” then she pressed her head to mine put her arm around my waist & bam. It was all done. But then!…… she said “Did you guys come together” Do you want a photo together?” Looking at Larry who was watching then to me. “YES PLEASE!” I said. Gaga: “Larry! Come back here!” I told her Larry is my surrogate father. We posed for another quick photo & then I thanked her profusely. Then blurted out right at the end “Thank you for the pizza’s in Melbourne by the way!” Everyone laughed but I just wanted to make her laugh. I really wanted to say so much more to her but time ran out and we had already gone far over the usual time she gives fans. Maybe another time.

Then that was it, or so we thought. We quickly went to the toilets and were the last 2 people to leave the arena. We walked to the exit & immediately saw Jon waiting with his father. We chatted briefly and told him we told Gaga about him and told her to stop for him.  Suddenly 2 black SUV’s came speeding out of the exit & down the street, up the hill past the big crowd of fans waiting at the other exit. “That cant have been Gaga!”, we all said, she would have stopped. I stepped out onto the road & the fans were going crazy, it was her and the SUV’s were heading back down the hill in our direction! “Go Jon go” I yelled and I ran down the street alongside him. Gaga was leaning out of her window pointing in our direction.

She was swarmed by fans and got out of the car surrounded by her security guards.

Gaga said to Jon “Hi. I’ve heard a lot about you from Larry. I hope you feel good.” She asked if Jon enjoyed the show and if he was feeling okay". She spoke about Emma. And asked if Jon had any pain or problem with hip displacement.  Security was surrounding us and keeping the fans back, I asked if we could get a photo, I even managed to film a little during the mayhem: http://youtu.be/Q3hPjpFFzvo

I quickly took some photos of Jon & Gaga as she posed so happily with him. We all thanked her again and then she left, speeding away into the night.

I will never be able to really express how happy I was for Jon and how happy I was that she actually listened to us and didn’t brush our request off. She didn’t have any obligation whatsoever to stop yet she went out of her way to find Jon, even after a strenuous show, an hour and a half meet and greet and I’m sure her security not being too happy about her wanting to stop. This is another reason why I love and am proud to be a fan and supporter of this woman. Not many other celebrities and rock stars like her would even entertain the thought of going out of their way to see a fan or spend so much time backstage with their fans. It meant so much to us all.

The generosity and down to earth and friendly attitude she had really blew me away. Being able to experience it in person and in a more intimate and low-key setting was a once in a lifetime opportunity and worth every cent. It was like talking to an old friend and not a world-renowned superstar. You could tell that she has absolutely no ego or pretence about herself and it was such a privilege to just sit and be completely engrossed in her thoughts as she was speaking to us. I got first hand exposure to her intelligence and depth. I could have listened to her talk and her thoughts all night long.

After this Larry and I then left around 1:30am to drive to Vancouver for the second show I was to attend. We got into the LMZ line up and I went to stand near the bridge & APZ for the best views. It was really nice to get a different perspective of the show from the GA floor in with all the die-hard fans. Sweating, dancing & having fun & lot’s of laughs. Vocally Gaga sounded stronger than ever before.

In the Seattle Artpop Zone Joe and Tara appeared. I didn’t want to bother Joe but really wanted to see Tara again. I went up to her and asked her for a hug. She said she liked my necklace and I told her I last saw her outside the hotel in Sydney in the cold waiting for Gaga. Tara said “Oh I remember you!” Such a cool moment. It was lovely to be able to witness first hand the interaction between Gaga and her father whilst she sang to him.

Dope and Happy Birthday to Joe: http://youtu.be/-HpBhaNkC7A

Gypsy piano version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymYcvoohB3s

Clip of Venus & weed smells wafting through the crowd in Seattle: http://instagram.com/p/rigK7dpzYu/?modal=true

During DWUW she did a bit of an add lib and showed off her vocal acrobatics caught in the emotions of the song. She had her back to me then turned, looked right at me and came and stood right over me before running off for the piano section of the show: http://youtu.be/UVlGEUQx5sU
Pure magic!

Thank you to everyone I met during my 2 shows, you guys are such fun and genuine people. Yet another perk of this fanbase is the beautiful people you can discover from Gaga and her music. At the end of the day it’s about more than just the music. When I got home and sat on my bed surrounded my my merch and mementos (and bags of confetti) I cried. I couldn’t believe everything that happened and the surreal feeling of it all. It was overwhelming. I cannot thank Larry enough for his support and friendship and probably never will be adequately able to.



To the Seattle & Artpop Zone guys, I’m so happy I was able to experience it with you all. Couldn’t have hoped for a better group of people: @over50lilmnster, @martina_gaga81, @fozzibehr,  Jonathan Napier, @Desdemona1204 and @liberatedbygaga.



The Vancouver artRave friends: @over50lilmnster, @mustiwrite, @monstermommy101 and @dwn2earth. I had so much fun dancing with you guys and sharing my first Canadian show with you all.

This fan base is truly unlike any other I’ve encountered, there really is a sense of family and community, compassion and empathy for one another. At the heart of this story is the message of friendship, love, helping others and the resulting impact we have on others. I’m still feeling that love and happiness that this weekend has given me. My Gaga high is in full effect. She touches people and makes their lives a little brighter and brings magic to the mundane. Thank you Gaga for simply being you. Until we meet again….

The Uncomfortable Privilege Of Being Catcalled

In the short walk between my apartment and my office, there are three construction sites, all for luxury condos (with maybe a ground floor of coffee shops and clothing stores). Every morning, unless I decide to take an extremely long and needlessly complex alternate route, I walk through small clusters and long stretches of men, usually about 20-30 total. Without exception, they catcall me, with varying degrees of vulgarity. Some are relatively polite, wishing me a good day and smiling, and I try to respond in kind. Others are overtly sexual, commenting on my body or my outfit or how I decided to wear lipstick today. Those, I generally ignore. But I still flash them an awkward smile because, as all women know, overtly rejecting them leads to uncertainty and hostility, and since I must pass them every day, I’m not interested in making enemies. 

These men are of varying races and ages, but they are all working class (or below the poverty line). Through a charming, uncomplicated lens, you could let “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel play in your head and imagine the mechanics fawning (in perfect song-and-dance) over the girl in the nice dress and shiny heels. But the reality is that I am a (relatively) well-off, 25-year-old white woman living in the most ostentatiously gentrified neighborhood in Brooklyn, passing by a group of working men on my way to my clean, spacious, comfortable office to sit in front of my enormous Mac and write articles about privilege. 

Sarah Nicole Prickett tweeted yesterday about a deeply uncomfortable project featured on Cosmopolitan, in which the (white, college-educated) photographer took pictures of her catcallers. From behind her lens, she captured men who are visibly lower class, and most often latino or black (with a heavy sprinkling of some of the more working-class ethnicities in New York: Italian, Polish, etc). The message, despite her intention to show the people behind the catcalling, is clear: These men exist on an entirely different societal plane than this woman, and will likely never experience the access or social power that she does, simply by being able to document these experiences with her expensive camera and have it featured in women’s magazines.

Nick Mullen and I talked a while ago about this article on Buzzfeed, a very similar concept in which another (white, college-educated) woman interviewed her catcallers on the street. Nick pointed out to me that Buzzfeed (and other outlets) decided to feature the story when she finally found a white man in a business suit to interview – and if you watch the video, he truly does make the perfect villain – but that the rest of her YouTube page was mostly her chastising mentally ill, homeless, and poor men. It’s painful to watch, a weird, schoolmarm-y dressing down of these men, much the way you would talk to a troll on Twitter. Except that these men were very real, and clearly experiencing many unrelated problems that would continue long after she put down her camera and got her pageviews.

The uncomfortable truth about catcalling is that it’s almost exclusively a class-related phenomenon. While there will always be the occasional middle-to-upper-middle class, educated man who decides to catcall (usually while drunk), the men who are going to be hissing and calling at you on your walk to work are likely to be working class or below. This is probably due to a variety of factors – their lack of education, the expectations of their peers, their frustration with the complicated role poor men play in society, their general sense of impotence with regards to having any place in the greater societal power structure – but it is undeniably tied to class. (And thus, depending on where you are in the country, heavily skewed racially one way or another.)

There is a certain ineffectiveness to the online crusading against catcalling, in a way that feels almost performative. Because ultimately the men who are yelling at us about our asses in the street are not the men reading impassioned essays on Salon or Buzzfeed or Cosmo about how wrong it is. They are men who are in many ways excluded from the cultural conversations about nuanced gender roles and equality, overwhelmingly by their class and access to education. When I walk by the men in the morning, I feel a flash of discomfort – and occasionally a fear that it could transform into something more dangerous, even at 9:30 AM on a busy sidewalk – but it melts away as I live out my day of comfort, access, and (relative) power. They will spend the rest of their day working on a blisteringly hot and often dangerous construction site, and then likely take a long, tiring commute home to an outer borough to live out a life I will never understand or relate to. 

The hugely complex social conversations that should follow (about why the countries with the best gender equality also have the best socioeconomic equality across the entire population), are ones I am not qualified to participate in. But I know that there is always something deeply strange and almost guilty about deriding catcallers from my position of privilege, on my internet platform almost exclusively populated by college-educated, middle-class-or-above young readers. I know that there is something wrong with the whole conversation, and that framing myself as the concrete and unquestionable victim is unfair. Because these men are victims, too, if not at my own hand. And someone – someone much further up the line, long before they are yelling at strange women in the street – should be advocating for them. 

whcvians  asked:

how can that be your favorite Belle outfit when the melted crayon dress exists?!

Well… I know the melted crayon dress is wonderful and definitely one of my favourite Belle’s outfits because c’mon, look at this:

And I can say that I also love the sequins dress because yes:

And let’s not forget the black leather shorts that is just… I mean, LEGS:

I think I also have to mention this little black and golden dress which is just…:

And the red corset of doom, of course:

So yeah, I think they are all my favourite outfits of Belle. You shouldn’t worry about that. But I have to say, my eyes do shine a little brighter when I see this dress: 

Well, let’s face it, this is all Billie’s fault. She makes every outfit look amazing!

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Outfit Details:
Overcoat: Gant
Pull-over: Billy Reid
Jeans: Levis
Boots: Clarks 
Scarf: J Crew

So, I’m sure it’s been a weird winter for everyone.
Nobody can honestly say that they’ve had the worst winter of all, right?
But it has sucked here, in Brooklyn, recently.  All of those beautiful, cold, wintry days you get amped up toward, at the closing moments of fall, are all washed away when the reality check hits you in the jaw.  
Truth:  it’s really cold - oh, wait, it jumped up to 50 degrees again.  Cool… wait, nevermind, it’s below freezing.  And snowing.  Now raining.  And grey.
So, enough with this little rant.  Yeah, it’s been a strange winter, but it’s moments like here, in these photos, when I’m happy!  Having a little time to get out, when the elements aren’t against me, my camera or my girlfriend.
I hope that everyone has had a wonderful winter, and hope that even in bad situations, you’ll find some good, too.
Best,
Bobby