those jeans with that boots

Ok so after some not so gentle prodding in my DMs (I know, I know, I’ve neglected Tumblr 😉😂) here is another wee snippet from my set visit.

At the end of the day I went up to the 8th floor to watch them film the short scene with the Pakistani Prime Minister talking to his computer screen whilst on the call to Elizabeth and Conrad. During this time Téa was in one of the rooms changing out of that gorgeous ball gown into her regular clothes (shirt, jeans, raincoat and those damn cowboy boots). When she’s ready we take the elevator together back down (not at all weird that I’m in an elevator with Téa on my own 😂😂). She sighs and says ‘Man that was a fuckity fuckfest of a long day’, and we both laughed. I told her I had a blast and she said ‘Really? You weren’t bored? Cause you know I feel like they should make acting students work on a film set all day. It should be birth control for all new actors’. Oh Téa! Haha. The stuff that comes out of that woman’s mouth.

anonymous asked:

What do i wear tomorrow when its going to be -11 degrees celsius? 😧

Good question ahah i don’t live in those climates but i would make layers like crazy. Cropped jeans, warm socks, ankle boots, tops over tops, ribbed sweater and a oversized wrap coat or with a shearling jacket, fleece hoodie/sweatshirt and a scarf 

City No. 6 Trading Co. is Open!

Having just returned from the city, I, that’s right glitter queens, Me, have some exciting new deals for you!

Remember dolls! This is a trade based operation!

Clothes:

All shirts and tanks come in a variety of colors and come in Extra small to EXTRA LARGE

Pants and Leggings are the same, including jeans, boot cut or skinny, or just those dull khakis. Got a special order? Talk to me. Leggings come in colors.

With Shoes, I have boots to Sneakers! Talk to me about sizing

Jackets for N00bs! You ain’t got an identity without a jacket!

Food:

I send most of my untainted foodstuffs to Cactus and Kookie ( @foodistheweapon ) but I have specials on water, pop, candy, and other bullshit I find lying around!

Drugs:

HEROIN, LOBBY WEED, CODEINE, RITALIN, OXY, AND SO MUCH MORE FUCK YEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!

(no fucking Meth or Mercury fuck you I ain’t buying that anymore)

Some Other Shit:

Kitchen supplies, toys, blankets and pillows, toiletries and blah blah blah blancjfechcfbfhre OTHER SHIT just ask me about it I probably have it ugh

Requests:

 I have your sewing kit, I have your cat food (duh), I have your Prox, I have your apple juice, I have your cousin Susie she’s fine, I have your guitar pick. Come and pick it UP

Disclaimer:

Don’t fucking steal from me I swear to the Witch just try it you little bitch. I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with stealing from me you little bitch? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and you’re being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little stealing comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

Can we talk about this Nightwing #4 panel that had me grinning foolishly in Costa earlier today? Notice:

1) The composition of this panel; how they’re standing in relation to each other (and how that relates to their dialogue), the body language

2) Batman in his new costume which actually looks good here and Dick in civvies –those  boots, jeans, sleevless/cap-sleeved white t-shirt that shows off his biceps, the blue cuff unngh

3) SIZE DIFFERENCE

4) Bruce & Dick interacting. I wish it was a more interesting interaction, but, okay, it will do for now. I need mooooorrrreeee

forget the fact that this is a stunning photo from that gorgeous photoshoot he did and just imagine the both of you going to this deserted beach area.

he’d been busy at work all week and you’d bearly seen him - at nights he would undress and slip right under the covers with a kiss to your cheek before he’s snoring and wheezing away beside you - and he just walks up to you (after coming home from work early that afternoon) as you stand in the kitchen and he’d twirl you around and kiss you deeply before whispering deeply “pack a bag and meet me in the car” into your ear. and you’d be so confused but would do so anyway, sticking in warm jumpers for the both of you and a couple of beanies and cleaner underwear, making sure you had everything for that spontaneous weekend away suggestion.

dressing warmly and meeting him in the car where he’d be snuggled in that striped jumper and wearing those exact jeans with a pair of boots on his feet, the soft music of Elvis Presley’s ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ playing through the speakers as you sit down in the seat and get comfy for a drive.

his hand would instantly find yours and he’d squeeze it softly before placing both hands on the wheel and he’d drive off down the road without so much of a word of where he was taking you - because, in fact, he didn’t know where he was taking you and he just felt like taking time away from the house with you and only, surrounded by nature and doing nothing but hold you.

you’d begin to get more confused when the city streets turned into countryside roads that then turned into roads that looked like they lead to nowhere. and he’d pinch his bottom lip, concentrating on the road as the car hit the bumps and dips of the straight way forward to a destination unknown to you both.

a soft squeeze would be given to his thigh as he’d whip his head round and smile, a soft “where are we going?” leaving your mouth as he shrugged.

“i don’t know. i just wanted to drive away from our problems and our stresses and just hold you somewhere we’ve never been before” would be his answer and your heart would triple in size with the way he was so genuine and speaking softly with a deep voice. “i just missed you so much and i haven’t seen you much this week and that’s not healthy for us. just wan'a spend some time with you on our own.”

he’d pull the car to a halt - upon a grassy hillside of a supposed carpark in some desolate beach land area - and you would lean across the console and press your lips to his, pressing a soft kiss to his flesh before pulling away and brushing your nose to his.

“are we going to get out? or just stay in here?” you’d ask him and he’d answer by pulling open the door and stepping out, a grin on his lips as the sea wind caught his hair and the jumper on his body wafted in the air, the base of his bare tummy coming into view before you clambered out. “s'cold out here. you look freezing, Harry” would leave your lips as he’d tug off his boots and let his bare feet touch the cold and damp grass, throwing the shoes into the car before he’d fall to the ground and lay amongst the greenery.

“come lay wi’ me” he’d beg and he’d hold his arms out for you but he’d look too precious and cute and you’d slip your phone out of your pocket and sneak a quick snap of him as he laid against the grass - a photo to keep for a lifetime, to look back on in the future, to show your children how spontaneous their daddy was - before joining him shortly after and snuggling into his side; head on his shoulder, arms tight around one another, his cheeks pressed to the top of your head.

soft exchanges of forehead kisses and “i love you’s” being whispered beneath the wind.

misshoodoolady  asked:

❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜

Lucida Marie Gautreaux had a great many talents, none of which extended to the realm of fashion - to the dismay of her mother, who (to her credit) tried hard to steer her eldest daughter towards the semblance of a basic closet. Lucida, never took the hint.

Usually, the lack of interest and any sort of forward thinking style, didn’t hinder her ability to move in the world. Grave robbers and mediums were both allowed their dingy, oversized work flannels, well worn jeans and boots. She, at least, knew those were not appropriate, but even pulling out what she’d hoped to be a neat (if conservative and uninspired) choice didn’t satisfy Pasha.

Lucy laughed, and raised a brow.

“Careful, Pasha. That’s a pickup line waiting to happen,” she said. “Look, I’ll change - fine. But, help me out? I don’t know what to do.”

i kno i ask this a lot WHY are all you CHILDREN following this blog. i didnt join this website to gently influence the thinking of minors!!!! i joined it to commiserate with batshit depressed people my own age!!!

and like. friends. i’ve been on this website for six fucking years, and if u woulda asked me when i was like 18 if the people i was following had an influence on me i would have said “hell no.” but i was wrong!!!! i was wrong about most things when i was 18!!!! i still liked sherlock when i was 18!!! i wore boot cut jeans!!!!! those people definitely had an influence on my growth!!!! i am not prepared to be the same kind of influence on another person in such a pivotal developmental period!!!

what are all you people doing here!!!! i have three times as many followers as i should have!!!!

Harry Styles
  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Why did it take so long for Harry to start wearing the clothes he does today? Was it because he was young and didn't know what he liked, fashion wise? Was it because he didn't have the money to buy Yves Saint Laurent clothes? Was it because he was shy and didn't want people to judge him? Why did it take so long for him to wear those tight arse skinny jeans and dazzling boots with those floral print shirts and the long hair to match?

Van Mcann from Catfish and the Bottlemen performing live at Latitude Festival 2015.
Almost did not recognize Mcann here, choosing a black button-up but nevertheless looks the part, teamed with our favourite brown boots and those tight skinny jeans.
Image sourced from Gigwise.

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Alright. Can we just have a long and rowdy discussion about this outfit?

I’ve seen photos of this photoshoot before but seeing it behind the scenes just changed my entire perspective. Look at this already perfect human being drenched in perfect clothes. I have a thing for casual Tom as a few of you might already know but this is different. Honestly, just imagine seeing this man walking down the street in that sexy ass button up, leather jacket, grey jeans and those KILLER boots just casually carrying a script and a cup of coffee. AND TO ADD ONTO IT, IMAGINE HIM WEARING IT WHILE HAVING THOSE GODLY BLONDE HIGHLIGHTS HE CURRENTLY HAS FOR TNM OH DEAR LORD *lies down*

You know what, I’m actually glad he doesn’t normally dress like this because I would surpass fan mode and go completely rouge into stalker mode as in LITERALLY STALKER MODE because I’m pretty much already considered a stalker.

Things Cas would wonder about that no one considers

- Middle names are something everyone has but they’re like… A secret?

- What are apple bottom jeans. Why do those boots have the fur

- WHO IS JOHN CENA

- Why is there a romance subplot in this movie why can’t they just fight people

- Why can’t I wear this dress it’s just a piece of fabric

- How do they get REAL DINOSAURS to be in MOVIES they are DEAD

- These people sound a lot better on the tape than they do in real life

- who is Banksy. This theme park is morbid

remember when niall wore that blue and grey striped shirt and had it unbuttoned low and you could see his chest hair and he wore those blue jeans and suede chelsea boots and he looked really smug bc he knew how much it was working for him bc I do