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

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.

Agent Leo Fitz is our favourite character on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., due to his sharp and fun style. Could you speak about who inspired this character and how his style has evolved?“  “Truthfully Iain and his approach to the character was my initial inspiration. Fitz has always had that Heritage vibe which really suited the character in Season 1. I loved mixing texture and pattern with both him and Simmons. But as the show evolved so did Fitz. We had a major shift in tone mid-season 1 with the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. In the beginning of Season 2 we find Fitz struggling with his neurological injuries, both emotional and physical. We began to strip away some of the pieces that helped identify the character, like the whimsical ties and patterned shirts. Fitz was having problems with his hands so we ditched the ties because he couldn’t tie them anymore. The patterns in his shirts became more subdued and a bit darker to convey the darker mood. We’ll have another shift in Fitz for Season 3 as we watch him deal with the events from the end of Season 2.

lunaciies  asked:

" Come along now, boy. And don't dawdle. The more you moan and groan about it, the longer this will inevitably take. And believe when I say that you /sincerely/ need to update your wardrobe. " With that said, the demoness wasted no time in hoisting the assassin up and out of his boorish stupor, yanking him hard by the wrist as she began sinking into the floor below through a pool of her own shadows, distinctly urging the young man to follow.

The male’s shadow whipped out with surprising familiarity- coiling about the demonesses waist so as to allow her relative ease in her procurement of him. Trusting himself to the shadows of one he did not possess particular control over; yet, still wading through her pool regardless. Still unsure as to how every one of his sister’s demonic friends had access to his whereabouts.

                              “Take it as a challenge to make me

                                                                    as fabulous as you.”