wrong wardrobe

harry during tmh: same black, white, and navy t-shirts every show and ratty ass brown boots

harry during wwa: testing the waters with patterned jumpers and long sleeved button downs

harry during otra: new shit every night. each shirt is at least $3000. titties always on display. sheer and floral and bright colors everywhere. are those gold boots? yes those are fucking gold boots

Okay so I see people talking about how Leia is handled like how we don’t see her trauma after Alderaan is destroyed or how she deals with Vader being her dad and that’s all fine and dandy and I agree but can we talk about how that ever since Disney bought the franchise there is barely any mention of Padmé? 

Oh, right, she had a cool wardrobe. 

Why’d Ya Come in Here Lookin’ Like That?

Originally posted by deanjackles

So, this is my first time smutting solo. Which is not nearly as dirty as it sounds I swear. Thank you to Beka for listening to me whine incessantly about this. And for the confidence boosts. Also, to my Nori - @actuallyasgardian for the beta. I hope you guys enjoy. I went back and forth on this thing like 73 times, so please let me know what you think. (Also Chuck bless Dolly Parton and Justin Matisse.)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (also a tiny mention of Sam x Eileen because I will go down with that ship)

Words: 3,178 (I’m so sorry I don’t know why I’m like this)

Warnings: Smut (nothing that couldn’t be on HBO primetime) Language. There’s some really gross fluff in there too tbh.


“Are you um…are you wearing cowboy boots?”

“Yep!” Popping the ‘p’ Dean did a little spin. That’s when you noticed his new jeans. His new jeans that were just a little more snug than his usual style. He even had his shirt tucked in. Your mouth went dry just looking at him.

“Wh-why, why are you dressed like that?” You knew you were stammering and probably blinking too much, but seeing him dressed like this was…doing things to you.

“Found a case, figured if I’m gonna check it out I should fit in. Why?” He knew exactly why, but he kept his voice neutral as his eyes skimmed over you. “You like the get up?”

“Oh, I don’t know if like is the word I’d use.”

Sam walked in with his duffle bag and yours, interrupting your staring session. “Hey you ready? I want to hit the road soon, like now.”

“Dean found a case. I should stay back and help him.” you spouted entirely too fast, confusing Sam and causing Dean to choke back a laugh.

“Babe, it’s fine. I can give Garth a call, besides you were really looking forward to seeing Eileen.”

“I know, but you-you really shouldn’t be hunting by yourself, and Garth is out-ish and I kinda just butted in on Sam’s trip to see her. I’m sure he wanted alone time. I should stay back, yeah, Imma stay.”

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Knock Knock

Originally posted by imaginesamcro

Originally posted by tibbielu

Request: Imagine walking in on Happy torturing someone.

“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of raaaaain.”
Your voice sung along to the music as you drove through Main Street, all windows of the car down.
The sun shone down and the air swirling around the car was warm.
It was another brilliant day in Charming ad you couldn’t help but be in a good mood.
Your boss had let you go home early and you couldn’t wait to get home, get changed and head back to the clubhouse, and back to your boyfriend.
It still seemed strange- calling him your boyfriend.
It had only been two months since you’d made it ‘official’, despite all the months before that were you’d spend all night with each other.
But Happy Lowman wasn’t exactly the type to settle down, and it had taken him a while to make you his.
It was still early days but you had a good feeling about where this relationship was heading, and who knew, maybe one day you’d be his old lady.
Things with the club had been hard lately and you knew how stressed he had been, trying to balance his club life and his new life with you.
You couldn’t wait to head over to the clubhouse and show him just how much you appreciated his efforts.
You continued singing to the music as you drove, unable to shake your good mood.
The last few weeks you’d been staying at Happys place.
It was a small house, but big enough. You two hadn’t moved in together though, he was just helping you out after you’d had an argument with your flatmate. Plus, Happy spent most of his nights in the dorms at the clubhouse, or crashing at his mothers. So despite living in his house, he was barely there.
You loved the small house, seeing all the little bits of Happy scattered around the rooms.
He wasn’t much of a talker, and he was a hard person to get to know because of that.
You loved finding little pieces of his childhood, an insight to who he was. Plus, his old photos scattered along the mantlepiece were pretty darned cute.
The street was quiet as you pulled in and you turned your radio down slightly, not wanting to disturb the peace as you pulled into the drive way and hopped out of the car.
You were still humming as you walked up the front steps and unlocked the door.
With a swing of your hips you bumped the door closed behind you and continued walking to the kitchen.
You dumped your bag by the floor and headed to the fridge to grab a beer.
Usually you weren’t much of a drinker- during the day, at least.
But today was an afternoon-beer kinda day, and there was no one around to judge you anyway.
You took a long swig and placed the bottle on the counter before heading to the bathroom.
You walked out of the bathroom, towel draped around you and your skin still glistening and you headed back to the kitchen to finish the rest of your beer.
You finished the bottle and grabbed another before heading to the bedroom to get changed.
Fashion had never been a passion of yours. Sure, you liked to look nice but you weren’t bothered about the latest brands or the newest trends.
Usually you wore jeans and a shirt- nothing too fancy.
Yet today you felt different, and you knew you had a dress hanging somewhere in that wardrobe.
You pulled the door of the wardrobe open and frowned as the door fell to the floor beside you.
You crouched and looked at the door frame.
The screws must of come loose on the hinges. It was an easy fix, and you knew Happy must have a screwdriver somewhere in the garage.
You quickly rummaged through the hanging clothes and pulled out the white dress and pulled it on.
It was a summery dress and it flowed around you as you walked back through the house.
Your wet hair fell down your back and you ran your hand through it as you walked, shaking it out.
The garage was seperate to the house and you headed to the door.
You skipped down the front steps and headed to the garage.
It was as you were walking along the side of the garage when you heard it.
You stopped in your tracks and cocked your head towards the noise.
What was that?
It sounded like.. groaning. Muffled groaning.
You went to take another step forward when you heard something drop from inside the garage.
Your heart began to beat a little more rapidly and you gulped before you turned and silently headed back to the house.
It was probably nothing, just a racoon or something. But being around the Sons had taught you to always be cautious.
You walked silently back into the house and headed for the kitchen drawer.
It was right where it had always been.
You looked at the gun nervously, sitting at the back of the drawer, and with a shaky hand you lifted it.
Of course you knew how to use it, but you had never been in a situation where you actually might have to use it.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before lowering the gun to your side and walking calmly back through the house.
You crept silently down the steps, your footsteps light, and you clutched the gun tightly in your hand as you walked back down the side of the garage.
As you neared the door you could hear it again, the faint muffled groaning.
You knew you should run. Run back inside and call Happy. But you didnt.
You reached out gingerly and laid your hand on the door handle, closing your eyes once more.
With another deep breath you opened your eyes and turned the handle, pushing the door open.
You raised the gun and pointed it into the dark room, pointing right at the man standing in the centre of the garage.
Only it wasn’t a stranger.
It was Happy.
It was Happy, standing in a blood splatter white singlet before a man, gagged and tied to a chair.
Happy looked at you, his eyes wide and you dropped the gun to the side.
The man in the chair groaned again, the gag over his mouth muffling the noise. His face was bloodied and you couldn’t help but notice the blood on Happys fists, and the angry, wild spark in his eyes.
Neither of you spoke, you could only stare.
You gulped and broke the eye contact, glancing around the room.
You spotted a screwdriver on the bench and walked gingerly towards it.
“I just needed this.” You said calmly, before walking out of the garage and closing the door behind you.
Once outside you leaned against the garage, the cool wall pressing against your back.
What the fuck?!
Your heart was almost beating out of your chest and you took another deep breath before walking back into the house.
With shaking hands you placed the gun back in the drawer and grabbed another beer out of the fridge.
You sat at the kitchen table as your mind raced with a million thoughts as you stared at the bottle in your hands.
You didn’t know what to think of what you just saw. You knew Happy did things for the club, bad things, and you were okay with it- mostly. But you didn’t expect to ever be confronted with his club business.
You were on your fourth beer when you heard his heavy footsteps walking up the front steps.
Somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head but you could feel the his presence when he entered the room.
He walked slowly to the table and pulled out a chair before sitting down opposite you.
Silence hung heavily in the air and Happy reached out his hand and picked up the screwdriver sitting on the table.
“I was going to fix the wardrobe.” You explained, breaking the silence.
Finally you lifted your head and looked at him.
His singlet was still splattered with  blood but he had wiped his face. His eyes were dark and he looked at you intensely.
“Whats wrong with the wardrobe?” Happy asked calmly.
“The door fell off.” You answered.
He raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly before placing the screwdriver back on the table.
“(Y/n), I-“
“Its okay, Hap.” You interrupted.
Happy sighed and stood,
He walked around the table and stopped besides you, his strong arms reaching down to pull you up.
You stood in front of him and smiled warmly.
“The things I do for the club..I shouldn’t have done it here. Im sorry (y/n). I thought you’d be at work.”
“I finished early.” You said with a shrug.
Happy frowned and placed his hand on your cheek, lifting your head gently to meet your gaze.
“Aren’t you scared?” Happy asked you, his voice gruff.
You shook your head and smiled.
“Just don’t do it inside, Hap. Bloods a bitch to get out of carpet.”
Happy stared at you, shock and disbelief all over his face and you couldn’t help but laugh, which only seemed to startle him more.
“Its okay, Happy. Honestly. I knew what I was getting into. Ive seen your tats, remember.”
Happy nodded slowly and lowered his hands, placing them gently on your hips.
“You wont have to see that again.” Happy told you.
You nodded and reached up to kiss him softly.
“Good. Now Ive got a door to fix. And you’ve got a half dead man in the garage to take care of.”
You winked and pulled away from him, grabbing the screw driver off the table and you headed for the hallway.
Happy grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him before crashing his lips down on yours.
His lips moved with yours hungrily and you could taste the cigarettes on his tongue.
Eventually he let you go and you smiled lovingly up at him before pecking his cheek and turning back towards the bedroom.
“Y/n?” Happy called after you.
You turned and glanced back at him, standing in his blood stained shirt.
“You should wear a dress more often, little girl.”

Anonymous requested 24 for wardrobe meme, “wedding clothes” ( i know this was a while ago, sorry ‘bout that).

d’awww look at them. So cute. make it stop.

Something terrible is going to happen i know it. Pray for them.


Prof. Lupin: Who knows what this is? 

 -Wardrobe trembles with suspiciuos creepy squeaking- 

Class: It’s a Boggart 

 Prof. Lupin: Exactly. Now, Neville first, wand ready. 

 The guy approaches warily the wardrobe, certain prof. Snape is going to come out. 

 -The wardrobe trembles harder. More terrifying sounds- 

 Prof. Lupin open the wardrobe Door. 

 The class holds its breath. 

 Neville gulps and…

 -In the closet appears a naked man with dark, long hair, all tied up and gagged-

Prof. Lupin quickly shuts the door: Ooops, sorry, wrong wardrobe…

Originally posted by lunasloveisgood

One Sided//Cole Sprouse (part three)

Prompt: Hi can you write something about Cole like mangers let the reader & cole date only for fame and the reader would fall in love with Cole and do everything to impress him but he doesn’t love her back ., but then he’ll love her 😂😂 it’s complicated ik but you’re amazing and you can work it out haha

Words: 769

Warnings: none

A/n: I’ll have a lot of downtime tomorrow, so hopefully I’ll get an extra long part four for y'all.

You adjusted your Serpent jacket nervously as you walked with Cole onto set, not really prepared for your scene. It seems the producers have been doing a lot of last minute things to make you and Cole grow closer.

“Alright,” the director clapped,“We’ll run through the script a few times and then we’ll start shooting. Sound good?” You and Cole both nod with nervous glances. “And … Action!”

*Weird thing where it switches back and forth between like it’s a Jug fanfic but it’s just scenes?? Idk lol and the character you play in the show, her name is Blake*

“Jughead, what the hell are you doing here?” You march up to him in the hallway, figurative steam shooting out of your ears.

“I got transferred. Why do you care?” He rolls his eyes and starts to walk past you.

You turn around,“Can you please stop acting like I’m the bad guy? I am not the one who left.”

He turns to face you once again,“Don’t even play that, Blake. It was a long time ago and I still regret it.”

You step up even closer to him,“Yeah? Well, it doesn’t seem like it.”

And then it gets silent, and you know that you’re way too close to each other. You feel his breath on your face. And you wait for him to make his move.

He grabs your face and pulls you in for a 5 second kiss, like the script calls for.

You back up from him, shaking your head and walking out of the shot.

“And cut! That was great guys. You can definitely do that without the script. And actually, y/n, we have a solo scene for you and some extras. But it’s not until tomorrow. Let’s run through again, just like last time guys!”

You walk back into your positions, and go through the entire scene again, this time with the camera on and with no scripts.

“Thanks guys, you can go change now. You have an interview tonight, you should probably start getting ready,” a producer says.

You and Cole look at each other, sharing knowing glances. Neither of you have been previously made aware of this interview, and frankly you were both tired of all of the pop up announcements.

“Good luck,” you say as you make your way to your dressing/makeup.

“Ditto,” Cole says and begins to walk away, when he stops and turns to you. “We should have a hand shake.”

You can’t help but let out a giggle, but he just raises his eyebrows at you.

“Wait, you’re serious?” You question.

“Duh I’m serious. All the cool fake couples have cool handshakes,” he replies with a cheesy grin and walks over to you.

*20 minutes of different forms of hand clapping later*

“Yes! We are the best!” You say after ending your handshake perfectly for the third time.

“Damn straight,” he looks at his watch,“Okay, well we’ve burned twenty minutes of interview preparation, so perhaps we should actually prepare.”

“Whoa,” you look at him,“Too many Pre’s.”

“Technically one was a Per.”


“Y/n! Cole! Dress and makeup, now!”

You have never been so stressed in your entire life.

You didn’t understand why this specific interview is making you so stressed. You’ve had interviews before. Though, those were with the whole cast. Not just one very, very attractive member.

“Honey, I’ve showed you four different outfits. What’s wrong?” Your wardrobe, makeup, and hair dresser looks at you, placing a hand on her hip.

“There’s nothing wrong, Bonita. Just stressed,” you grumble and run your hands through your hair.

“About the interview? Or about a certain fake boyfriend?” She raises her eyebrows with a knowing grin.

You feel your cheeks grow warm and you groan,“I can’t like him. I can’t!”

“Of course you can. Why can’t you?” She retorts and continues looking through outfits.

“Because it’s fake. He doesn’t like me, and I’m not supposed to like him. We have a fake couple handshake for God sakes!” You throw your hands up, groaning even louder as you flop on the couch.

“Hun, as far as I know, there’s not a rule book to dating. Especially your situation,” she finishes putting together another outfit, waving it in front of you.

“Fine, I’ll go with this one,” you sigh, sitting up.

“Finally, we still have to do hair and makeup. Please don’t have a crisis during those, they’re a bit harder to change,” you giggle at Bonita, grabbing the outfit.

“Bonita, keep me in your thoughts during this interview. I’m going to need it.”


So I caved and bought City Living. I’m not sure how much I’ll actually play, considering I’ve been here for over an hour already and haven’t left CAS (how do you TS4). Anyway, I won’t make a habit of posting TS4 stuff here, but I figured I’d share the fruits of my afternoon labor - here’s Lily. 

The Yellow Badger Pt.2

Pairing: Sirius Black x Snappy!Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Light Swearing

(I may add a part 3 for more of the relationship, it will probably have a headcannon format I dunno, and maaaaaybe I can add an angst part. It is all up to you guys really)

Originally posted by teacupears

After a long and hard week Saturday finally came. The nerves and tension haven’t left either of you this entire week. So, after all this anticipation and excitement you were of course stuck with a major part for every date, the clothes. You didn’t know what what was wrong with your wardrobe but it frustrated you. It was like everything you tried on looked evil in your eyes even though you remember loving them. You didn’t want to take long because you had the make-up to do and of course the beginning pep-talk. After many minutes of staring at the clothes you decided to call back up, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon and Alice whatever her last name was.

As soon as the girls got there they got to work. Marlene was to pick the outfit, Alice was to give you the pep-talk, and Lily was going to do hair and makeup. There were girls E V E R Y W H E R E. It seemes like an overexaggerating but it wasn’t. There were flashes of red, blond, brown, and (Y/C/H) all over the place. To be honest, if someone were to walk in they would probably slowly back away. It was like a war zone everyone was yelling orders and if one didn’t like the others plan there would be world war 3 or better known as arguments. But finally you were ready. After 2 hours of anger and panic everything was ready and you looked beautiful. The only downside was that little voice in your head telling you he wasn’t going to show. Although you usually flew through dated like a pro this time you were honestly afraid. You had likes Sirius for a LONG Long time and didn’t want to mess this up. You secretly knew that you don’t need to worry because damn you were beautiful. Lily and the girls were all moving their stares from you to the door waiting for Sirius to show. After 5 minutes of waiting a knock was heard at your door. You jumped and scrambled to the door but tried to compose yourself as to not ruin anything.

“And what took you so long?” You said obviously a little annoyed.

“Sorry love.” Said Sirius, “Guess planning took to long….. you look beautiful though. I-I mean you always do!”

You raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled slightly.

“Is THE Sirius Black nervous because of silly old me?”

“What? O-Of course not! I already know you can’t resist MY charm.”

He pulled on his most dashing smile that made you giddy with hope. Shaking your head you put on a nice smile and said,

“Shall we dine?”


The date was absolutely wonderful. Although it was just at the astronomy tower it was absolutely breathtaking. There were candles and lanterns scattered everywhere with some fairy lights hanging from the top of the building, while in the center a nice blanket was laid out that had all kinds of food. Whenever you would look up more and more amazing sights filled your vision while a wafting smell of vanilla and crackling fire wood hit your nostrils. For one of the very first times you were speechless. Never had someone put this much effort into a date, trying to show you how truly in love with you they are. You were finally understanding how blessed and amazing it was tok be in love with someone.

“Well…..what do you think?”

Your reminiscing was stopped short when the velvety voice of Sirius Black reached your ears. You couldn’t help but feel your ears heat up while your stomach lit up with a raging fire of love and butterflies. Trying not to let Sirius know his plan was working you put on a mischievous smirk and said.

“Well it’s not the best I’ve seen but it will do.”

He seemed to be taken back a moment until he saw a certain playfulness in your eye and a smile formed on his lips.

“Then I will make sure to make the rest of this evening goes well.”

For the rest of the night you and Sirius joked and teased one another having the time of your lives while a smile never left your faces. By the name the laughter died down it was WAY past curfew but neither of you wanted to go to your dorms. You will never admit this to him but this date made you fall harder for him. You learned things about him that you never would have guessed. Now a new light was shone apon him and you never wanted that to go away. For him he saw that even though you were snappy and stubborn you were kind and caring about your friends and others. To be honest, he never would have thought you were one to help first years with bullies and stuff; he kinda thought you would bully them like everyone else did. He did feel ashamed for thinking that but he knew he would get over it because, well, you are his queen and just your presence made him forget everything.


This routine went on for weeks. One splendid date after another. Everyone thought you were already dating due to how much time you spent together. Everyone also saw how you wouldn’t get as snappy as before ( although when you did they were ten times worse ) and it was a nice break. After 6 months of going on dates you guys finally got the guts to ask one another out. It was a happy time for everyone at Hogwarts, hell even Severus Snape was celebrating. Hogwarts had their favorite couple going out and they wouldn’t have it any other way. (Considering how Sirius would threaten people if they didn’t like you guys dating)……



The Long Game (Chapt 3: Fusing Pink with Green)

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Chapter 3: Fusing Pink with Green

“Explain it to me again why I can’t go back to my own apartment?” Trini huffs out from the confines of the bed as she mindless flips through the endless array of channels on the tv.

“It’s not safe,” Kim replies without missing a beat. She makes her way around the suite, unceremoniously collecting her belongings and stuffing them into a beat up army duffle.

“You’re like a fuckin’ broken record, Hart.” Trini stops flipping, reaches into her jeans pocket and produces a yellow power coin. “I’ve got one of these as well. Remember? I can take care of myself.”

Kim stops at the sight of Trini’s power coin as a look of shock crosses her face. “You still have it?”

“Yeah. Tried to give it up once or twice but Jason wouldn’t let me.”

“Can you still…,” Kim trails off, not really knowing how to finish her sentence.

“No. Not in years. You?”

There’s something about Trini’s last word that snaps Kim right out of her momentarily trance and back into the reality of the situation. Truthfully, she doesn’t know how to even begin to answer that.

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Having two separate homes so far apart is annoying, because no matter how much I plan half of my clothes and make-up are always in the wrong country and my wardrobe gets so boring so fast.

anonymous asked:

"Wow," he thought, "I wonder if that's the exact same shade of pink as Rose's..."

What are you people trying to do to me ????

The Doctor wasn’t really sure how he’d ended up in this department store. Rose had mentioned something about buying a gift for her Mum’s birthday, and he’d pointed out that she had already bought her half the trinkets on Macoposium Eight, but apparently Jackie wanted a specific scarf from this specific shop in London, so here they were.

Or rather, here he was; Rose had wandered off, leaving him in the men’s section all by himself, and wait, had that been a hint? Was she trying to get him to buy himself more clothes? Pffft. He didn’t need anything else. He had this foxy suit, and a selection of blue shirts, and an extensive variety of floral ties - what else could he possibly require?

He glanced to his left, and saw that he was standing by the men’s boxer-briefs display.

Oh, was she suggesting he -

His brow furrowed in thought, and he picked up a pack of dark blue pants. They were nice enough, but the Doctor tended to make do with white cotton briefs. Maybe Rose had spotted them in the laundry room. Maybe she didn’t like them all that much. He peered closer at the selection before him. Maybe, he thought, Rose Tyler preferred her men in stuff like this.

Not that he was her man. Or her anything. Friend, he was her friend, of course, best mate, even, but -

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Okay so like one day Draco and Harry (who are together already) get into this really messy and rather stupid argument that gets quite heated. Then doors start slamming and Harry just gets extremely pissed because what the actual fuck is wrong with his wardrobe choices and it’s not his fault if every bloody girl and guy throws themselves at his feet.

And then Harry locks himself in their flat’s guest room and yells a “fuck off”. To which Draco shouts an angry string of obscenities at Harry from outside the door. He sits there outside, his back leaning on the doorframe.

After an hour or so, Draco starts realizing how wrong he was to get angry. He raps loudly on the door saying “Potter?”.


No answer so he knocks some more. Draco panics.

“Potter, goddammit! Just answer me!”



“What?” Harry finally replies stiffly from the other side of the door.

“I need you.” Draco says softly but lovingly.

“For?” Harry says through the door. He hasn’t unlocked the door it yet.

“…ever.” Draco whispers.

Just like that, Harry opens the door and their fight is forgotten.