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Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:

original meme was deleted and couldnt reblog it for some reason so here ya go 

👀 OC in their typical underwear
💤 OC in their sleep attire
🔞 OC in something sexy
🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool
👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding)
☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral
👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party)
👑 OC dressed as royalty
🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home
💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date
❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear
🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween
🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater
🚓 OC in a prison uniform
🚲 OC in athletic gear
🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal
❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day
🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day
👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle)
🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire
📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.)
👻 OC in a really bad disguise
📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup
🙎 OC in something embarrassing
👗 OC in something from the 50’s
💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire
💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes
🌁 OC in a hoodie
🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear
♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story)
🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit
🏨 OC in a maid outfit
🏥 OC in a nurse uniform
🐑 OC in farmer wear
👍 OC in a crop top

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Over analyzation time! I think the creators of Mulan were very careful when choosing the colors of her dresses. Her matchmaker dress is mostly pink and red, traditionally and stereotypically feminine colors. This is representative of the life she doesn’t want, and this is the dress she wears when “dishonoring” her family. When it comes time for her to save China, her dress is mostly shades of blue, a typically masculine color, she still has a hint of pink in her sash however, this is extremely symbolic, she’s brought out the more masculine traits that she feels comfortable with, but at the same time, she’s still a woman. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this what she’s wearing when she saves china and learns to accept herself for who she is.

Trailer Breakdown

I rewatched the trailer again (okay, many times) and was able to piece a few things together based on clothing. I’ll be attempting to give a general timeline of sorts, which I’ll break up by “groups” for lack of a better term, but certain events within those groups may happen in a different order than presented since I don’t have enough information to figure everything out. Yes, I actually took the time to do this because somehow this goddamn show has given me straight up anxiety. 

Group One 

First, we have what seems like Dennis introducing the gang to his son. Note that Dennis is wearing a white crossed shirt, Mac the Salty Dog tee, Charlie a grey hoodie over a brown shirt, Frank a blue top, and I’m not too sure with Dee but it looks like a dark green or maybe black shirt. The baby momma is wearing a floral top and the baby a green and grey striped shirt. 

Now, I’m not sure if this would be the opening scene or not, but Dennis would have to introduce his new “family” before many of the other events seen in the trailer(s) could occur. It’s also possible the second screenshot is Dennis delivering the news that he has a kid, and the first occurs afterward when the baby momma and son arrive. Based on outfits, these are the following things that must happen within that same day:

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Teen Wolf Preference - How they show you’re theirs

A/n: The last one is one of my most popular posts so I wrote another with more characters this time!

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Stiles

You’d originally stolen his hoodie from his locker because it had been colder than you had expected and he had no objection. You ended up wearing it quite a lot and Stiles often encouraged it saying that you looked adorable before kissing you on the forehead and walking with his arm across your shoulders. While that was the truth he just hoped that his signature red hoodie was enough to let anyone interested know that you were taken and who by.

Scott

What better way was there to show that you had the Lacrosse team’s captain’s heart than to wear his Lacrosse jacket? It had his last name boldly written on the back and for the select few who had a more supernatural sense of smell, it was easy for them to realise who it and you belong to. You also loved it because you were constantly surrounded by his scent and it calmed you. When Scott realised he really loved you was when he was returning to class after leaving to ‘go to the bathroom’. You were getting really nervous and he could feel your heightened heart beat as if it was his own. But just as he got to the door your heart beat slowed down to normal and he saw that you’d pulled his jacket off of his chair next to you and slipped it on. Your small smile only got wider when he came back into the room and kissed you on the forehead before sitting down again.

Isaac

Isaac was just generally unhappy if you weren’t wearing one of his scarves. You had figured him out pretty quickly and realised that it was his way of letting everyone know that you were his. He made up excuses: ‘you look cold’ or ‘it goes with what you’re wearing’ even when it really didn’t. But you didn’t really bring it up because he was happy and that’s what mattered.

Liam

Especially with his IED, Liam had trouble controlling himself when someone else started to flirt with you. On bad days they just had to look in your direction and Liam pounced on them before you or one of the pack could pull him off. Liam had done just that and almost really hurt one of your close friends because he thought he had been just too close to you. You’d yelled at him when you got to your house after school, the frustration of his over protectiveness just got to you. Liam ran off and you immediately regretted every word that had left your mouth. He came back only a couple minutes later with a silk pouch. Inside was a necklace with a charm in the shape of an L. “I know it’s kinda stupid but I was going to give it to you for your birthday, and … and I have one too.” He showed you his wrist where he was wearing a bracelet with the same thin silver chain and a charm of the first letter of your name. You knew you were falling hard for this boy.

Derek

Derek worried when you were at school. He knew you wouldn’t even think about cheating on him but he wasn’t so sure about the no-good hormonal teenagers. This wasn’t helped by Isaac and Stiles who had tried to flirt with you within Derek’s earshot. It didn’t end well. So he started leaving hickeys on your neck. You tried to cover them with your hair but they were always visible to anyone who was near enough. But they worked. Also, you couldn’t resist Derek stupid smirk any time he caught sight of them.

Parrish

Jordan liked to pick you up from school to make sure everyone knew you weren’t available and often used his break to do so. If he had the time he would park down the road and wait at the gate so you could walk together with his arm around your waist. But he preferred it when he didn’t as he would pull right up to the door where you would be waiting. He told you that it was just so he could see you as he was often too busy but you knew he liked seeing the faces of the hormonal teenage boys who tried to hit on you. But you endured it and rushed round to open the door and kiss his smirking lips before he sped off again. “I can feel you rolling your eyes y/n.”

Lydia

Every girl has their own scent that they spray on every morning and means you can usually tell who was coming around the corner or down the stairs, Lydia was no different. After you spent time cuddling and watching a movie she realised that her perfume had somehow got onto you. She decided there and then that she loved it when you smelled like her. Lydia also figured that if you were wearing the same perfume as her people would, albeit unconsciously, associate you with her.

Allison

Allison didn’t let anyone think that you weren’t taken. In the hallways, she would sneak up on you and wrap her arms around your waist, even if you were talking to someone. In class, she would hold your hand while sitting behind you. At lunch, she would place a finger underneath your chin so she could turn your face towards her and kiss you. Sometimes people would complain and tell you to get a room but Allison would just swear at them, after all, you wouldn’t exchange the affection for anything in the world.

It is strange, that men are so easily familiar with telling girls what we want. A narrative that seemed unshakable, a golden crown that touched any head who wanted our satisfaction.

Girls want jerks. They care too much about cars and looks.

our love of cars has nothing to do with men; a corvette has never made me want to sleep with someone when i could be driving. we develop methods of avoiding the predators; call them fuckboys, tell her not to answer. We develop a single look shared between two girls; an immediate stay back or i’ll step in if you need help that comes in the shadow of shallow men. and those of us who fall for the wrong man: we never dreamed our lives would be full of this, our love turning bitter - and we’re blamed for it.

Girls don’t want nice guys.

I am dating a genuinely kind person when I’m told this. when he approached me in the library he was banking on hope; becomes angry in the moment i refuse him gently. i watch him transform and i’m trapped by the desk: he goes from nice to cruel in a matter of seconds. he tells me i’m ignorant, that he could have been there for me, been there until the end. he doesn’t need to meet my boyfriend. i’m just incapable of making my own decisions because of my silly hind brain that belongs to all women. It is the first exchange I have with him and the last one. i am now a “dumb bitch” forever on his list, sadly “one of them” even though frankly i don’t mind it.

drunk girls are asking for it.

drunk girls have to have perfect habits; go out in pairs together, tell each other goals and secrets, promise at the start of the night that they’ll be going home together even if the other one has to pick up the pieces. count liquor in secret codes, say, i’m just going to the bathroom with my girl so later we can say i just want to go home; drunk girls get caught and when we say do you want him they say no, take me home, i do not.

girls just want someone who compliments them.

he follows her from class to class, eyes wide but mouth never speaking. he texts her under the desk and i see her shudder, just a little, but visibly. later when we’re drunk we’ll laugh about how he talks about her glorious titties but for now he’s posting on facebook about how women are shallow and know nothing. in the meantime, i watch her flinch every time she meets his eyes. in the last message he sends, he tells her, fine bitch, you were ugly the whole time and i never meant any of it. later on his blog he’ll talk about how he hates these stupid women.

girls in tight clothes are flaunting it. 

girls just want to get home in one piece. we wear baggy clothes and are harassed for being slovenly in the same train station that we were harassed for looking nice for a moment. we stand just a little closer to each other when the words start coming. men look at videos of women being catcalled and they scoff and say, can you blame him? and are surprised when we say, yes, i can, they tell us that they know what we mean when we wear a black turtleneck. what we mean? we just want to get home in this.

girls want an alpha male. girls want someone who puts them in their place. girls want a real man, girls want an asshole, girls want violence.

girls don’t believe in the alpha male myth because girls spent too much time studying wolves from middle school to college; girls would rather be a wolf than put up with this. girls believe their place is just where they are, for as long as they want to belong there; girls are quite fine making their own place; girls would like their place to be the white house. girls want girls. girls want someone who will love them, the way most people do. they just want to be alive and have a good time of it. 

but then, i don’t know if all girls do. because we’re not one hind brain, not one orb of desire that can be cracked by following an equation that someone developed by making up rules; put in nice, use compliments, send dick pic and hope she falls in love with you. there’s no right way and that’s the fact of it. treat us like we’re people. like we each want different things. like we have something new called a personality.

“I know what women want,” the man announces, “trust me.”

Butch ask game!

Please only reblog if you’re a butch lesbian!

  1. What does “butch” mean do you?
  2. When was the first time you thought of yourself as butch?
  3. What’s your favourite shirt?
  4. Favourite pants?
  5. Favourite boots/shoes?
  6. What do you wear to dress up?
  7. What do you wear when you’re lazing around?
  8. What do you wear to the beach?
  9. Opinion on snapbacks?
  10. Do you have any butch friends? How did you meet?
  11. Do you like any butch musicians? Which ones? 
  12. Who are your favourite butch celebrities/writers?
  13. What’s your current hair style? Any hair plans/goals?
  14. Share a positive butch experience!
  15. What would you tell a young lesbian struggling to accept herself as butch?
  16. What is your favourite piece of butch media/media with a butch in it?
  17. Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how do you cope?
  18. Do you ever get misgendered? 
  19. What do you do when homophobia/lesbophobia/butchphobia gets you down?
  20. Were you a tomboy or gender non-conforming as a kid?
  21. Ever given/received a butch nod on the street?
  22. Aside from butch lesbian, do you identify as anything else? (Ex. stud, tomboy, stone)
  23. Are you good at fixing things? Into cars? Into sports?
  24. Boxers, briefs, or boxer briefs?
  25. What do you love about being butch?
  26. What do you dislike about being butch?
  27. Are you into other butches?
  28. Are your family/friends/colleagues supportive of you being butch?
  29. Do you wear cologne?
  30. What makes you feel butch?

clockworkmegrim  asked:

Ok so I work at an aquarium and it's my job to help the guests become less afraid of the animals. Am I anthropomorphizing if I say something like "when you touch the urchin, you learn about it, and when it touches you with its tube feet it learns about you in return. You're new to each other and it's touching you so much because it wants to know more about you, not hurt you"? This helped the kids stop worrying that the urchin would "sting" them, but I'm worried I might have messed up.

I think that you did a great job! You’re not equating them to fingers or anything that’s more anthropomorphic - you’re giving them information that the tube feet touching them is how they get information about the world, similar to how they use their fingers to learn about the urchin.

It’s all in the context of what you convey with little bits of anthropomorphism. Especially with kids, it becomes about how you frame what you’re trying to communicate. When I used to work touch tanks, I would sometimes talk about urchins ‘wearing hats’ to explain to little kids why seaweed (and occasionally rather disgruntled snails) were stuck on them. The concept of holding onto other objects with tube feet for camouflage was a little bit obscure for them, but we could talk about how sometimes you don’t recognize your mom at a distance if she’s got a new hat on and then draw the analogy to how predators might not recognize an urchin because of the new weird shape attached to their outline. The nuance was not to tell the kids the urchins wore hats, but to talk about how things on top of them could change what they look like similar to what happens when people wear hats.

What Lies Underneath (Part One)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 800

Summary: You can’t stand Tony Stark. But when your job is put on the line, you’re forced into isolation with him for several months.

Warnings: Slowwwww burn, eventual smut

Author’s Note: A bit nervous-this is my first attempt at a drabble series, a multi-part series, and writing Tony Stark. I have an outline for the entire series already but if you have any feedback, please let me know. Not canonical with Civil War.

Originally posted by writers-square


“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”

“And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.”

“And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is to willfully misunderstand them.”

-Pride and Prejudice

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Shorties & Dorks

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Request: Hey, love your writing! I was wondering if a could request a fic where Dean and the reader are that dorky but adorable couple. Like they sing (not very well) in the car together, tell bad jokes, watch movies in sweatpants see who can make a better Mohawk with their hair when in the shower lmao idk, you get the idea. And then at the end he proposes to her? I’m getting bored of fics with stereotypical characters and relationships :P Thanks so much!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever written…


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Just another example of the Hypersexualization the Black Female body is faced with.

These two women are wearing the exact same outfit, but somehow Rihanna is “basically naked” while Bella Hadid is “Next Level Edgy”.

Women will wear what we want when we want. Your opinion is not needed, nor wanted.
Venus & Neptune

This is in relation/extension of this post (not mine)

I really like the idea of planets being the higher octaves of each other, and I think Venus and Neptune are such a perfect example of this relationship.

Venus is about love, but not just of the romantic sense. It’s your love for your hobbies, what you like to wear, what you’re like when you’re happy, in what ways you express a love for an interest. It’s involved in every way you can think to love something, and someone.

Then we have Neptune and it’s illusions. Neptune is a foggy mirror, or low settling mist. It’s the dreams we could swear were real, or the worries and doubts we played in our mind so many times about that one situation. It’s delusional, and passionately idealistic of what it wants to see.

When you think of love, and all it can entail, it seems hard to find a way Neptune couldn’t link. Speaking of love and falling in love, rather than mild like or interest, Neptune is all about the dreams and illusions of it all. Venus is our love, and Neptune is the screen that stops us ever seeing it objectively. Venus is the kiss you lay on your lover’s cheek, and Neptune is the headphones which muffle anyone’s criticism of them.

Neptune is falling in love. When you fall for someone, you see nothing else, and you feel as though they’re the only thing that matters. Do Neptune’s dreamy illusions not sound at home here? When we think of places in our life where we have not seen things in a neutral manner, where we have been deluded, is it not usually about love? 

Emotion and deception go hand in hand. Whilst it’s arguable, I think most people fall in love in a delusional way once or twice or so in their life. Perhaps this is Neptune first experiencing such feelings, and we must learn to refine and tame it. We must learn to have dreams of love, rather than illusions of it. As the higher octave, it is more out of our control and conscious. It seems a good conclusion that the first time we experience love, Neptune masks it all, and our Venus goes into overdrive. Then, as we become more mature, they start to work in harmony to each other and the rest of our charts.

A (brief) Voltron PSA about HELMETS!

Hello my small family of watchers! I love each and every one of you precious people. And because you are precious to me, I’ve decided to talk about HELMETS! Here are our favorite Paladins all lookin’ snazzy and SAFE in their helmets:

Let’s talk about this for a second: they’re inside of their practically indestructible LIONS and they are still wearing HELMETS. Can we just appreciate this extra level of safety for a second?!

MEANWHILE IRL, here is what happens when you wear a helmet:

This was my helmet from a little over a year ago after a cycling accident. I literally have no memory of how I went from riding down a hill to getting my face literally peeled from the asphalt. My helmet cracked in 3 pieces: the visor, the foam and the outer shell. 

Keep reading to see what happened and what I look like now! 

Below is my face a day after the accident (all bandaged up and swollen and gross lookin’ but ALIVE and NOT DEAD):

SEE? NOT DEAD. In a world of pain, but not dead. 


AND NOW FOR A FACE REVEAL

DRUMROLL PLEASE

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Face reveal (a little over a year later)

SEE? NOT UGLY OR SCARRED (up for debate but w/e I don’t have to hide my face anyway)

I know wearing your helmet may feel like this sometimes: 

But when you know you’re safe you’ll feel like this:

So be safe, kiddos. Wear your helmets! <3 

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran + V, if you can, headcanons about how would they react to MC wearing that cute set of kitty underwear / lingerie ( you know tgat cute bra with a keyhole shaped as a kitty head. Its really adorable ^^ )

I actually don’t know what you meant but aaaah. I still think it’d be kind of like this? :00 I only did the RFA btw lolol

–R.I.

MC Wearing Kitty Lingerie Set

Yoosung

  • “Hey, Yoosung?” you called out to him from behind
  • “Hmmmm?” he lazily replied, distracted by the incoming attacks from the other team in LOLOL. His eyes were focused on the game, his fingers instinctively pressing controls to evade the attacks.
  • You spun his chair around, disconnecting his headphones from the computer, which almost fell to the floor.
  • “What is it, MC, I was winnin—“ he gaped at your barely clad body, then blood started dripping from his nose, and he began to stammer, trying to cover it up.
  • You panicked, grabbing tissues to help him, leaning in so close, your breasts were against his chest.
  • At this point, Yoosung was seeing stars.
  • Oh. I think he just fainted.

Zen


  • Why is there a present from Jumin Han in front of my door?
  • Zen stared dully at the neatly wrapped gift that sat innocently on his doorstep, and reluctantly took it inside, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Why would the Trust Fund Kid send him anything?
  • “Zenny~”
  • The endearing sound of his lover’s voice filled his ears, and all thoughts of the trust fund kid dissipated as he turned around to face you. You snuggled up to him, fully wrapping your arms around his muscular body.
  • “Jagi, you didn’t have to wait up for me,” he said with a soft smile on his lips. He gently pushed you away, a light blush on his face. “I-I’m all sweaty from my workout, I don’t want you to get dirty…”
  • You smirked at him, lacing your arms behind his neck. “But Zenny~ Jumin sent me such a nice gift~”
  • Zen finally allowed his eyes to travel down your body, and immediately sucked in a breath as he did. His eyes lingered on the the cat-shaped keyhole sitting suggestively in between your breasts, almost teasing him… He averted his eyes immediately, feeling the need to restrain himself from attacking you.
  • Then, he processed what you’d said earlier, a frown making its way to his face. “Wait… Jumin sent this to you?”
  • You nodded cheerfully, beaming. “Yep! He left you something too. He left it at the door.”
  • Zen quickly unwrapped the box he’d found earlier, only to find a pack of condoms inside. The fuck?
  • A note laid behind the pack: Zen, Seven told me that you’ve been… frustrated lately. He suggested that I send these items to you. As your friend, I hope it helps.
  • Although he didn’t like that your clothes had come from the trust fund kid, he didn’t find it to be a problem. All he needed to do was simply remove them, after all…
  • You took a step back from the sudden mischievous glint in his red eyes, but he grabbed your wrist to pull you closer. “We should put his gift to good use, don’t you think?”

Jaehee

  • The two of you were out shopping for new underwear (after… accidentally ripping apart too many of your old ones…)
  • You gasped, “Ooh, look at this one!”
  • Jaehee turned around just as you held up matching panties and bra against your body.
  • Her eyes gleamed.
  • “Put it on,” she commanded.
  • So you went into the changeroom to try it on, carefully clipping the bra at the front of your chest. Ooh, it made your breasts stand out more than you thought, what with the kitty sitting right in your cleavage.
  • You peeked out from the changeroom shyly, making sure no one but Jaehee was there before stepping out to show her.
  • As soon as you did, she pushed you back inside the change-room.
  • “On second thought, please take it off, MC.”

Jumin

  • Ever since the first time you’d worn cat ears, he’d been insistent on seeing you wear a whole set of cat lingerie, and he’d bought you a couple…hundred.
  • A couple hundred.
  • Needless to say, it freaked you out when you saw the mountain pile of bags containing cat patterned lingerie all over the couch. You didn’t question it, assuming it was for someone else. (WHO, MC, WHO ELSE???)
  • So it wasn’t until one day when you had no other clothes to wear that you carelessly grabbed one of the few hundred sets of cat lingerie. You didn’t realize (nor care) what you were wearing, so when Jumin came home… well, he was surprised (pleasantly so) to find you finally wearing it.
  • He merely cuddled with you the whole night, being more touchy than usual while the two of you read a book before bed together.

Seven

  • “That is NOT how you wear those,” you deadpanned, staring blankly at Saeyoung, who was calmly showing off his latest crossdressing outfit—cat lingerie.
  • And he was wearing it OVER his clothes.
  • He shook his head in denial. “Nono, I’m Supercat,” he excitedly explained, placing his hands on his hips as he posed proudly in front of you. “That’s why I’m wearing it over my clothes!”
  • Trying to abide by his logic, you reasoned, “But if you’re really Supercat, your superhero clothes should be your birthday suit, so you should wear your… underwear over that, right?”
  • Saeyoung gasped in shock, “YOU’RE RIGHT!! …Hnng, maybe I’m not cut out for Supercat, after all.”
  • He handed the lingerie set to you with a sad look on his face, his eyes glimmering with (fake) tears which practically begged you to become Supercat in his stead.
  • Very, very, VERY reluctantly, you complied, changing into the cat lingerie.
  • He was on you the moment you finished changing. “YOU’RE~ SO~ CUTE~~” he cheered, snuggling into you.

V

  • Jumin had asked you to help model a new fashion line his business partner was designing, and you agreed on the condition that V would be the photographer since you felt that you’d be most comfortable that way
  • (Jumin: Why I asked you, MC? Because you’re the most beautiful woman I know, of course.)
  • The whole day, you modelled many different outfits… and then you were told to model… lingerie. Cat lingerie, at that.
  • Come to think of it, all the pieces you’d modelled so far had some form of cat, too. You were just too busy feeling shy to notice earlier. Ugly cat sweaters, abstract cat patterned tights, pawprint designs… no wonder Jumin endorsed in this.
  • Jihyun almost dropped his camera when you returned from the changeroom, a small frown forming upon his face. “MC…”
  • Your cheeks flushed as you covered yourself a bit, feeling embarrassed. “Wh-what?”
  • He pouted a bit, “I don’t want to do this, MC…” When you tilted your head in confusion, he continued in a whisper, “I don’t want the world to see you like this. I-I’m sorry, even though I promised Jumin…”
  • Jihyun looked so conflicted, you decided to stop the photoshoot. “Let’s ditch,” you grinned.
  • And that was how the clean up crew found an empty room with a camera full of cat patterned clothing photos.

Saeran

  • He’d caught you trying on the new set of cat lingerie, and snuck in the room to watch you check yourself out
  • “I wonder if Saeran will like it…” you thought out loud to yourself, twirling around
  • As you did, you noticed that he was standing in the corner of the room, leaning back against the wall with a smirk on his face
  • “Hm? Continue what you were doing, MC,” he said coolly, his eyes travelling down your body appreciatively
  • You covered yourself up, and he chuckled, pushing himself off the wall as he walked towards you
  • “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, princess,” he murmured lowly as he approached you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “Now, why don’t you purr for me, kitten?”