collar-studs

Okay Kaiba, if you’re such an expert on fashion, let’s break down some of your outfits.

Outfit #1

A purple trench coat over a green dress shirt and green pants. Stylin color combination.

Outfit #2

A sleeveless white trench coat (is that even a thing? do they make sleeveless trench coats?) with red lining, a high collar, studs, and pointy shoulder pads. Worn over a black shirt, black pants made of what looks like–what, leather, rubber?

–with a pair of belts tied around each leg, matching belts around each arm, some kind of funky metal bracelets…

…and heels. Guess that explains why his height varies wildly from shot to shot.

Outfit #3

The Best-of-Both-Worlds Trench Coat: even purpler than Trench Coat 1, and with even pointier shoulder pads than Trench Coat 2. Worn over a black turtleneck, with the same bracelet/arm cuff/whatever thingies from outfit #2. 

This ensemble shows up a lot in scenes where he’s in his office doing day-to-day Kaiba Corp business.

Maybe he thinks the loafers make it business casual.

In conclusion: nice outifts, dork.

this post gave me the realization that if yuugi described his physical appearance in a list it would just sound like something straight out of my immortal.

My name is Yuugi Mutou. I’m short. I wear a black tank top with a black studded collar.  I have black leather pants on and black boots with straps on them.  I wear studded leather bracelets and I have a golden Millennium Puzzle that looks like an upside down pyramid hanging from a chain around my neck (not like those jewelry chains but like a utility chain).  My hair is really tall and spiky with purple streaks in the back and blond bangs that look like lightning. My eyes are purple and I have winged eyeliner. My friend that lives in my necklace said I have no fashion sense. I put up my middle finger at him. 

Items that Viktor has impulsively purchased
  • First class plane tickets to Japan because bae skated his routine
  • An eight million dollar Cadillac 
  • A Rolex watch because Yuuri was late meeting him one time 
  • A gigantic whirlpool bath because he missed Hasetsu 
  • A golden studded collar for Makkachin 
  • The best rice cooker on the market 
  • A holiday getaway home that Yuuri doesn’t know about for half a year
  • The official Yuuri dakimakura
  • Glow in the dark condoms 
  • A tiara
  • A year worth of club penguin membership
High School Sanvers Science Team

Maxwell Lord is furious.

Which makes sense. He’s always furious about something.

Last year, it was that sophomore Alex Danvers had the nerve to say no to him – a junior – when he asked her to the junior prom.

Whatever, he’d figured. People think of her as a hopeless nerd anyway, he’d figured. Especially with her new tag-along little sister, he’d figured. She’ll just be like all the other sophomores and have to wait for their own junior prom, he’d figured.

He’d figured wrong. 

As it turned out, he hadn’t been the only junior with an eye for the almost unfairly brilliant sophomore girl.

Because Alex had turned him down, and had gone to the junior prom with Maggie Sawyer.

That had been bad enough. But this year? This year, things were even worse.

This year, Maggie was a senior, Alex was a junior, and they were unmistakably that couple.

The couple that all the younger queer kids – especially that freshman boy with the oversized collared shirts and silver stud earring – followed around and genuinely befriended.

The couple that most of the straight cis couples were jealous of, because how could a high school relationship – or any relationship, for that matter – possible by that healthy? That happy?

Not that the girls didn’t have their problems.

He’d heard rumors that Sawyer’s parents had kicked her out for being gay, and even though they definitely weren’t friends, Max had to admit that the rumor made his blood boil.

He’d heard that Danvers had almost gotten suspended for breaking that Malverne kid’s nose after he kept following them around, taunting them about what team Maggie had convinced Alex to play for. He’d smirked when he heard that Danvers had broken the kid’s nose and then high-fived that Schott boy.

But those hardships?

Only seemed to make Maggie Sawyer and Alex Danvers even more legendary at Midvale High.

And that was all fine.

But this latest development?

This latest development was simply unacceptable.

“How could I not be on the A Team, Ms. M’orzz? Is there anyone in this school – except maybe Luthor and Schott, if they’re having a good day and I’m having a bad day – who can handle the building events as well as I can?”

Ms. M’orzz regards Max evenly, somewhat resignedly, over her glasses, over pressed-together fingertips and slightly raised eyebrows.

“Max, Science Olympiad isn’t only about technical mastery and scientific smarts. Which you undeniably have. Science Olympiad is about teamwork and generosity of spirit. Which you’re still working to develop. I have no doubt that you’ll bring home medals for us. On the B Team.”

“But Ms. M’orzz, everyone knows that the A Team is for smarter students – “

“No, Mr. Lord. It isn’t. Both teams represent our school at the competition, and both teams – “

“So Sawyer gets to work with Danvers on both Forensics and Astronomy?”

Ms. M’orzz smiles slightly through pursed lips. “They’ve proven throughout our in-house events to make a really great team, Mr. Lord. I have every confidence that you will shine on the B Team, just as they’ll shine on the A Team. Perhaps think of this as a leadership opportunity.”

He does shine on the B Team during the competition. He brings home silver medals in events from Boomilever to Electric Vehicle to Helicopters, and he isn’t bested by any other schools; just by Winn and Lena from his own school.

But Alex and Maggie?

They make sure the silver medalists from other high schools don’t even come close to touching their event scores. 

They work seamlessly in the lab during the Forensics event.

Other teams come in with a plan to divide the work between them: who will analyze the polymers, who will dust and identify the fingerprints, who will analyze the fake blood spatters and who will take charge of the entomology component. 

But Alex and Maggie come in with a deeply organic understanding of how the other thinks, what the other knows, what stresses the other out.

So Maggie reads their simulated case while Alex matches whorl patterns; Maggie takes the striker out of a frustrated Alex’s hand with a kiss to the back of her neck that pushes her goggles into her face, sending them both into a soft spate of giggling before Maggie successfully lights the Bunsen burner; and they murmur together over the polymer samples, the photographs of footprints, the descriptions of fake larvae at their false crime scene.

Together, they do what no other Sci Oly team has done – they complete the Forensics event, the entire exam, even though it is always designed to take too much work, to be too difficult, to possibly complete within the hour they’re given.

They have no time to do anything but kiss briefly, excitedly, adrenaline coursing through their veins and their brains buzzing, as they strip off their gloves, lab coats, and goggles, hastily and efficiently – their hands always seeming to anticipate where the others’ want to go – packing up their forensics kit and passing it off to Winn, waiting in the hall, fresh out of his Circuits Lab event.

“How’d you do?” he asks as he takes their kit from Maggie’s hand.

“How’d you think?” Alex grins, and Winn whoops.

“Awesome, yes! Okay, I don’t have another event until twelve: I’ll take this back to the room. Astronomy’s on the third floor, room – “

“334, I remember! Thanks, Schott!” Maggie smiles over her shoulder as she and Alex dash for the stairwell, hand in hand, for their Astronomy event, starting promptly in five minutes.

Alex knocks out the calculations while Maggie jots down all the definitions. They whisper together, in a classroom full of other astronomy nerds from across the region, all adorned in t-shirts designed by and for their different schools.

They whisper about the most effective methods of exoplanet detection and whether the question on quasars was supposed to already include knowledge of gravitational lensing or if they should scribble a brief explanation for that phenomenon in their answer, as well. (They do: never can be too thorough.)

They make a point to kiss in front of everyone at the award ceremony, when their medals are clanking together on their chests and their entire team is cheering, chanting, because they won, they won, they won, and their school gets to go to States.

They make a point of it because we should kiss the girls we wanna kiss, and they’re flush with victory and adrenaline, and god, god, do they wanna kiss each other.

They both hand the picture Winn snaps with his phone on the inside of their lockers when they get back to school on Monday.

Because if they can’t help but being amazing nerds?

Might as well be amazing nerds together: even Max Lord’s got to admit it.

Weird Lookin’ Dingo

just a little fanfiction inspired by this piece by @coconutmilkyway! it’s two a.m and i haven’t proof read this so if there are any glaring errors i apologize in advance. here it is on ao3!


            Roadhog had several things come to mind when Junkrat sauntered into their hideout saying he had a surprise for him. A two-headed dingo was not one of them. He watched as the animal trotted in, both heads held high and nostrils flaring as they sniffed the unfamiliar area.

           “Look at ‘er! Ain’t they a beaut hoggie?”

           “Didn’t know you liked dingo meat.” Roadhog huffed and rolled his eyes under his mask when Junkrat responded with a horrified gasp.

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scourge is such a weird character? he sounds like an edgy warrior cats oc that people would accuse of being a mary sue i mean 

  • his claws are reinforced with dog teeth and his collar is also studded with dog teeth AND cat teeth 
  • he started a clan called BLOODCLAN 
  • he took a leader’s nine lives all at once 
  • hes literally only evil because he was bullied by tigerstar as a kitten 
  • hes also firestar’s half brother for some reason ? ? ? ? but neither of them know this??? 
  • he literally seemed to appear out of nowhere. like for the first 5 books (from what i remember) nothing foreshadows his existence and you think tigerstar is gonna be the main villain that “fire will save the clan” from but NOPE scourge comes in like My City Now 

like hes such an edgelord and he sounds like something i would make up but hes a real character and i love him 

Get a load of that jacket!  It’s so cool.  I got it at that sale I got some other vintage bits at, but I haven’t worn it with An Actual Outfit until now.  It looks super Elizabethan, even more so when I have the front buttoned up.  I feel like a stagehand at the Globe or something!

Also every time I wear a dress over jeans, my inner middle-schooler rejoices.

[Image description: one full-body photo of a young woman (me) with pink hair in a very short bob.  The front part of one side of my hair has been braided back from my face.  I am leaning on a metallic pink cane that I’m holding in my left hand.  I’m wearing a slightly sheer, orange-with-a-hint-of-brown dress that hits at about mid-thigh.  Over it, I have on a brown vest–a little of the dress is showing at the neck.  Under the dress, I’m wearing dark wash skinny jeans, which are cuffed at the bottom.  I have on patterned red socks and light brown hiking boots with black soles and dark red accents.  I’m wearing a black, yellow, white, red, green, and blue plaid shirt tied around my waist.  I have on a short, grey-brown leather jacket with sleeves that are a bit puffy at the shoulder and tight at the wrist, and a wide collar.  I’m wearing red stud earrings, big dangly gold earrings, and dark red lipstick.  As always, I have on my round, black glasses.]

Klaine one-shot - “Loneliness, Ambien, and the Home Shopping Network” (Rated NC17)

Kurt doesn’t like it when his boyfriend goes on lengthy business trips, so he takes an Ambien to help him sleep.

But sometimes, after the Ambien, he does some weird things. (2772 words)

A/N: For anyone wondering, this is a re-write. Inspiration for this comes from Chris Colfer’s revelation that he sometimes sleep shops. This assumes that Kurt and Blaine didn’t meet in high school, but later as adults.

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Kurt never slept well when Blaine went away on promotional gigs or when his shows toured. Kurt knew these trips came with the territory for an up-and-coming theatrical producer, but that didn’t mean he had to like them. He didn’t like being alone in their apartment. He didn’t like eating alone. He didn’t like showering alone. But mostly, he didn’t like sleeping alone. He detested it to the point that he couldn’t even sleep in their bed without his boyfriend. It was too cold without him. Blaine generated heat like a furnace and Kurt loved it. It eliminated the need for pesky pajamas, even during the winter. Without Blaine’s body heat, Kurt had to resort to flannel sleep pants and sweaters (mainly Blaine’s so that he could wrap himself up in his scent).

There were also too many pillows without his boyfriend there to steal them from underneath Kurt’s head in the middle of the night. He tried sleeping in the bed for the first night that Blaine was away, but no matter how he twisted or turned, how many different angles he tried, no matter what combination of pillows/blankets/comforters he used, he couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. Out of desperation, he even broke out Bruce, his old boyfriend pillow, but that didn’t help. (Kurt imagined that Bruce still resented him for tossing him aside for a real man. They had been exclusive, after all.)

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hey i keep thinking about how dru’s mansion is like entirely decorated with pigs?? like i get that he runs a pig farm & whatnot but to go to the length of having his whole house be absolutely sheathed in pigs is another thing so i’m assuming the dude just rly fuckin likes pigs

from left to right we have priscilla, duchess and beatrice; they all wear diamond studded collars and dru lets them all sleep on the couch 

Birthday Present

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Podo

ReaderXJhope

Words: 1,686

Notes: mostly sub!Jhope and dom reader, some light bondage, a bit of orgasm denial, a little pet play

You had been dating Jung Hoseok for a while now. You trusted him with just about everything; he was your ray of sunshine after all. But there were a few things that you had not told anyone, well…except maybe your best-friend that you probably told too much.

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typical hogwarts house aesthetic posts
  • gryffindor: combat boots and leather jackets and any clothes that look even remotely edgy because apparently all gryffindors are from an 80s rock band???? fire, literally anything "punk rock", the word fuck like a billion times, a shit ton of alcohol, and a cigarette. because gryffindors have like a fucking death wish or something
  • ravenclaw: water. water everywhere. usually something night related - stars or the moon. an owl. some kind of weird white ancient statue because why the fuck not. of course we can't forget the books and the artsy pic of some fancy ass library somewhere. and glasses. because all nerds wear glasses.
  • hufflepuff: grains. so many fucking grains like i get it they're next to the kitchens. yellow sundresses + sunflowers + sometimes the actual fucking sun. nothing that actually has anything to do with their personality just a bunch of non-confrontational yellow looking things
  • slytherin: those weird pics of models but only showing their teeth/mouths, a scary ass looking snake, some scary ass jewelry (studded collars usually???). pics of people looking super like intimidating like they're imagining the secrets of the world or some shit.