i wore my girl gang jacket and my bird skull earrings and skeleton lady cameo and poison ring. i walked out of work to find a pair of twentysomething ladies taking pictures of cal mccoy (the plastic skeleton i keep in the passenger seat of my car). i had nachos smothered in sour cream for dinner. came home to put on a long-sleeved ghostie shirt, jim-jam bottoms, and a snuggly poncho. i’ve got milk in my mothman mug, chocolate-covered moose munch, and both volumes of the welcome to night vale scripts. i don’t have work tomorrow, so i’ll spend the day reading dracula vs. hitler and writing about poe adaptations.
fall is finally here and its energy is in me and i feel better than i have in weeks, if not months.
Hi my name is Malcolm Graves and I have short not-at-all-graying brown hair that reaches straight to the ends of my moustache and steel blue eyes like a hungry shark and a lot of people tell me I look like Hugh Jackman (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Michael Graves but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I have tawny beige skin. I’m also a wanted criminal , and I do illegal shit in Bilgewater where I start 3+ bar fights a day for a living (I’m 42). I’m a outlaw (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly red clothes that probably haven’t ever been washed. I love flea markets and looted corpses and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a Clint Eastwood looking ass poncho and black bell-bottom cowboy pants, some kinda boots and a cigar. I was wearing an irrepressible thirst for vengeance. I was walking outside outside my busted jail cell at the Locker. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of panicked zaunite civilians stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. “Hey Malcolm Graves!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Twisted FUCKLORD!
Wool top comes from Aquapolis btw, if you’re looking for or waiting on the Dyeable Cashmere Poncho, gotta run some maps and pray. Very rare drop. New fall trees and tree leaf piles also come from there.
If any one DOES find the new Wool Top, I’ll buy them each at 2 mil and throw in a nutkin >.>
Thinking back Padme Amidala went so damn hard every day with her fashion like…she didn’t have to scalp the entire galaxy like that?!?! Every time she walked into a room, SHE MADE DAMN SURE her ass was the best dressed!!! *Steps out into the backwoods desert of Tatooine where they’re literally wearing potato sacks* Serves nothing but high fashion. Simple picnic with her young Splenda Daddy™? TRULY DOING THE MOST SHE DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD. Want to enjoy some space fruit salad with bae? SERVE SOME GALACTIC CYBER PUNK DOMINATRIX REALNESS ON THEM!!!! On a mission to save Obi Wan? SLAYING FOR THE GODS IN ALL WHITE CASHMERE AND SUEDE BOOTS LIKE?!?!
God she couldn’t even go to sleep without being extra™ she had to wear that Galactic Marchesa Blue Silk Gown embellished with Swarovski crystals and pearls just to prove a point I fucking love Padme….