movie vest

      okay so. timelines. I’ve literally been trying to figure this out for months because after AWE they are messed up so badly, but I’m going to do my best to fix them for how I write Jack during this in between period between the end of AWE and the start of DMTNT – which, according to the novelisation, is a period of nineteen years. this is a combination of my own headcanons, inferring from the commonly understood dates of these movies, and Johnny’s own age:

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A full view of my “killer” vest. Added a sorta hidden figures, while zipped up you’d never know the killer underneath. Also a sorta “guess what, there’s more patches on this already awesome vest”.
Eventually I want to make a vest just for horror movies. And hell, a vest just for cats! Endless possibilities for punk vests!!


“For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great.

You have no power over me.”

DIY forever; vest, headband, and necklace all hand made by me. Dress is a Goodwill find.


that moment when you realize that chunky ripped off grugs old pair of underwear and not just the back of his vest.


“How you turn my world

You precious thing.

You starve and near exhaust me.”

Custom Labyrinth hand-painted pleather vest, with hand stitched beading. Picture of a (rather adorable) movie outtake from the Jim Henson Archive. 

anonymous asked:

For smut ideas how about Claire wearing one of Owen's too big of shirts (like the one he wore during the movie) maybe even the vest too.

A/N: Okay, so I might have gone really gay for this cause as soon as I got this I was like ‘holy fucking shit i would have sex with claire if she wore that shirt’. Like imagine little Claire in that big shirt and - oh wait, you don’t have to, cause the fic is right here. This also turned out to be Dominant!Owen and I had to just sit back and relax for a moment cause damn (if i do say so myself)  enjoy xx

Claire had the most relaxing shower of her life. It was the right amount of warm and soothing. She jumped out of the shower, drying her hair with a towel and finding one of Owen’s shirt. She thought to herself in the moment ‘what’s the harm?’. She put it on lazily, buttoning up the last few buttons of the show, letting her chest breath. She wanted something loose to wear, and Owen’s big shirts were always a go to. He never knew about this, however, because Claire thought it was better that he kept his clean shirts.

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