#straight clothes?

[giganticism]

The Hughes brothers actually are that close and obsessed with each other. You just have to accept it.

#jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #hughes brothers #even luke gets in on it when he can #despite now being bigger than his brothers #‘siblings don’t want to spend all their time together’ #jack brought quinn on vacation to hawaii with his girlfriend #a few years ago #quinn flew to the east coast to spend bye week with jack #last year #they all flew home to hang out together this year #‘stop infantilizing the hughes brothers’ #first of all that’s not what that means #second of all #they’re adults who buy similar clothing #and straight up take each other’s full outfits #like please be for real #other siblings don’t do whatever you’re pressed about #but they DO

[beebfreeb]

The computer! It is my sona character.

#ms paint #beebfreeb art tag #robot #I don't know what else to tag it as. It's me. The computer. #I own all of the clothing items except that shirt. My red shirt has a different collar I think? I don't think it buttons that high. #Well I can't find it rn to confirm. SAD. #Anyway. I straight up dress weird. Most of my shirts are annoyingly patterned as I prefer. #However my grey shorts and meat socks are my favorite ever #I mean most of the time I am wearing one of my many basket ball shorts but I prefer my grey shorts for cutes outfits #object head

[lyoneve]

Buttons looking through telescope: No angst in sight! Only fluff ahead!

#do not hold me to that #i might go straight back to angst #i go where my rotten mind takes me #our flag means death #ofmd fanart #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #blackbeard #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach #will i ever draw stede in other clothes?? #the jury’s still out on that one! #i realised too late that i had to draw ed’s LEFT arm… man the lack of good reference photos for those tattoos scared me #but i pulled through #just don’t start counting the tentacles on his octopus/kraken tattoo #my art

[spilledkaleidoscope]

the skill talk got me thimking

Control: +3 Gearhead: +3 Processor: +2 Survivor: +2 Corpus: +1 A Weak Muscle: +1 Vice: -1 (Kim skills from my fic lol)

#disco doodle #a cracked foundation #oh didnt even plan to include them all #nice #he chooses clothes carefully and with intent #which is why the bonuses are so high #ok #also dont make me draw shoes i just wont #also yeh Mechanical Mindset is from ZAUM atelier. straight up pilfered #Kim Kitsuragi #my art

[littlegreenhouseplant]

❤️❤️❤️❤️

#aesthetic #me #girls #selfie #selfies #fashion #dress #red dress #woman #girl #dressing up #brunette #long hair #makeup #fitness #weight loss #ed not ed sheeran #ed not sherran #skinnni #skinnyyy #clothes #mine #straight hair #beautiful #red #i wish i was weightless #tw weight #skinnyspø #skinnii #skinnygirl

[aeirithgainsborough]

YELLOWJACKETS: 101. Pilot ➙ 109. Doomcoming

#sorry i just have a real thing abt them sharing and matching clothes #yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #jackie taylor #jackietayloredit #shauna shipman #shaunashipmanedit #jackieshauna #jackie said u can’t wear gay clothes when im trying so hard to pretend we are both straight #**

[the-casbah-way]

been having brutus thoughts recently

#i usually hate the way ppl just straight up lie abt caesar and brutus but i’m adding some flavour to them in my project #still don’t have a tag for my rome project #fyi this is not a reference to the shakespeare play #i am a very autistic ancient history student this is literally just straight up history fanart #but people will tag this as the play so that’s ok lmao #also i know the clothes aren’t historically accurate don’t eat me #brutus #marcus junius brutus #julius caesar #my art #rome

[mindlessmedic]

More platonic jondaisy propaganda 💥💥💥

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #alice daisy tonner #jondaisy #jonmartin #daisy tonner #mindless talks #my art #jon is a chronic sweater thief #i've drawn him wearing clothes from alnost every other character at this point #martin's sweater was left in the archive wjen he was living there and he forgot about it #jon stole it and wore it for a week straight before daisy forced him out of it #he got her hoodie to make up for it while she did laundry and now she wears the sweater too

[barbwalken]

#star wars #thrawn #i dream i was eating at a burger king in germany #andi was complaining with my friend that the food was too expensive #and i have been wearing my pajama to go out for 5 days straight #because i didnt have money to take my clothes to the laundry #and then thrawn enter the bg with some storm troopers to buy some burgers #and half of this shit actually happened to me irl #but my mind like to be extra when i dream

[thelien-art]

Walking through the streets of Tirion~

Turgon is talking about architecture and Elenwe just found him and ran up to him, because they love each other

#i like to think so had planned to be a priest of the valar but then meet turgon and was like hell no this my man now #tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #elenwe #turgon #turukano #silm art #digital art #my art #dont know where they come from as its kinda formal clothes theyre wearing #but then again its turgon and he strikes me as the type who wears his best except when hes at home #where he wears his pajamas or what his siblings would wear on a normal day #elenwe looks more chill #maybe he just comes from the theater #he would wear more to court and go straight home after listening to all those idiots

[hoofpeet]

You know how the egyptian gods had animal heads?

Yeah, Sugar and Spice being like that

Certified furry moment

#hoof draws #mailbox #replacement ingo #zoroarks are bipedal enough that i think they could probably just put on human clothing straight up

[fafnir19]

Clothing is more than just fashion

Upon entering the bustling city of Milan, Luke had anticipated a week of unforgettable experiences, art, and culture. He had planned everything down to the smallest detail, intending to make the most of his time in the fashion capital of Italy. As he checked into the hotel, the anticipation of exploring the city's hidden gems filled his heart with thrill and excitement. However, fate had other plans in store for him. As he stood at the hotel's reception, the attendant delivered grave news: the hotel had been unintentionally overbooked. His room was not available, and the only solution was to share a room with another guest. "But it's Milan Fashion Week, there's not a single spare room in the city," the attendant had explained with a sympathetic look. Left with no other choice, Luke was led to the room where he was to spend his stay, his initial excitement now overshadowed by a sense of apprehension. Upon entering, he found a man already there, standing by the window, his sleek silhouette adorned in fashionable attire.

"Ah, you must be Luke," the man greeted him with a warm smile. "I'm Giovane. Looks like we're roommates for the week." Luke took in the sight before him, a bit taken aback by the situation. "Nice to meet you," he replied, offering a courteous smile, but inside, uncertainty gnawed at him like a persistent little mouse. In the hours that followed, though, he found himself surprisingly at ease with Giovane. They embarked on impromptu dinner and engaging in conversation that flowed effortlessly. Giovane shared tales of his business ventures, his passion for fashion, and the city's hidden gems. Luke, in turn, regaled him with accounts of his academic pursuits and his wanderlust. Their camaraderie bloomed, erasing Luke's initial doubts about the living arrangement.

Returning to the hotel after a day filled with architectural wonders and delectable cuisine, Luke felt the weariness seep into his bones. "I'm utterly exhausted," he sighed, collapsing onto the bed. Giovane, noticing his fatigue, offered to give him a massage, a gesture that surprised Luke at first. Hesitant, but ultimately swayed by the promise of relief from the day's strain, Luke consented. As Giovane's skilled hands worked their magic, Luke's weariness melted away, replaced by a sense of relaxation he had not experienced in ages. "You have a remarkable touch," Luke murmured, his voice laced with approval. Giovane, taking advantage of the moment, shared his frustration about an impending business meeting that had unexpectedly been canceled. Luke, eager to lift his newfound friend's spirits, suggested they use the free time to explore more of Milan's treasures. "But you need a jacket," Luke pointed out, eyeing the chilly weather outside. Giovane turned to Luke with a warm smile and asked for his help with attire. Luke's mind raced as he pondered which of his own jackets would suit Giovane. The task at hand, however, took an unexpected turn, sending Luke's world spiraling into an inexplicable realm of bewilderment. As Giovane's massages continued, Luke's utter shock was followed by desperate pleas as he found his body gradually, inexplicably transforming into an item of clothing—a vivid orange bomber jacket. Panic rose within him as his consciousness became entwined with the fabric, leaving only his head intact, protruding from the collar. "What… what's happening?" Luke sputtered in a voice laced with fear, his eyes wide with disbelief. Giovane wore a smirk as he quipped, "You agreed to help with the jacket, Luke." Before Luke could protest further, a hand was pressed firmly over his mouth, muffling any outcry. The world around him blurred as he fought the inexplicable, bizarre metamorphosis that had befallen him, and his heart pounded in a frantic rhythm. And so, in a deeply confusing turn of events, Luke found his head had been transformed into orange boxer shorts. His astonished self was now reduced to a mere garment, silently witnessing the surreal development of an inexplicable phenomenon.

The next morning dawned with Luke, being donned by Giovane. The fabric wrapped snugly around Giovane sculpted physique, emanating a warmth that was foreign and perplexing to Luca. "We shall go sightseeing today," Giovane declared, adjusting the jacket on his shoulders. "Please, Giovane, change me back," Luke's voice echoed within the confines of his new form, a hint of desperation tingeing his words. Giovane, however, paid it no heed, proceeding to prepare for the day's endeavors. "We shall visit the Duomo di Milano. Such occasions call for the utmost elegance and style," he remarked, his fingers smoothing down the orange fabric as if to accentuate Luke's purpose as an accessory rather than an individual with desires—seen but seldom heard.

Throughout the day, as they ventured through the city's treasures, Luke struggled to grapple with the perplexing reality of his existence. At times, he felt grievously encumbered by Giovane's cavalier disregard for his bewilderment and distress. Yet, as the day progressed, an unforeseen transformation began to surge within him, fostering acceptance of his newfound purpose. The musky fragrance of sandalwood that clung to Giovane's being, once an alien presence, gradually wrapped around Luke, its calming scent possessing an inexplicable allure. "You rest nicely against my skin," Giovane murmured, the corner of his lips curling into a smug smirk. Despite himself, Luke found a strange sense of solace in Giovane's reassurance, a feeling that grew stronger with every passing moment. As the day transitioned into evening, Luke's erstwhile anxiety slowly waned, replaced by an unexpected sense of contentment. "Giovane, I…" Luke began, hesitating to voice the bewildering realization that was encapsulating his very being. Giovane arched a brow inquisitively, his dark eyes fixed upon Luke's form.

"Yes, my dear accessory?" he prompted, a faint edge of amusement threading through his tone. "It's peculiar, but I find myself… oddly comforted by this," Luke admitted, his own admission startling him. "Your scent, the way the fabric envelops your frame—it's… relaxing." "You find yourself at ease playing your role, as you should be," Giovane remarked, a shadow of possessiveness underlying his words. The following day began much in the same vein, with Giovane reaching for the familiar orange bomber jacket and boxer shorts that was once Luke. However, as he extended a hand toward it, a pleading note woven into Luca's voice fell upon the air. "Giovane, I implore you, please release me from this form. I am not your accessory," Luke entreated, the urgency palpable in his words. An exasperated sigh escaped Giovane, his patience wearing thin.

"You are mistaken, my dear accessory," he chided gently, his fingers curling around the collar of the jacket. As his touch grazed the fabric, a curious thing occurred—the tense knots in Luke's consciousness seemingly unraveled, replaced by an inexplicable calm. "It's alright, Luke. Embrace your purpose," Giovane murmured, yet the undercurrents of his words held a weight that eclipsed mere reassurance. Luke's countenance relaxed, a sense of tranquility pervading his essence as though it were written into the very fibers that enshrouded him. "You're right," he uttered, a glimmer of newfound understanding lingering in his voice. "My purpose is to look good and to keep you warm." A subtle tremor of compliance reverberated through his being, one that left no room for dissent as the awareness of his purpose blanketed his being.

From that moment onward, Luke embraced his existence unquestioningly, a veil of docility shrouding his every thought and action. When the time came to bid farewell to the enigmatic garment that was once Luke, an unforeseen transformation eclipsed the moment. As Giovane peeled the fabric from his form, an astonishing development unfolded, revealing a strikingly attractive young man in the place of the once inanimate accessory—a figure who bore no semblance to Luke in any form.

"Luke?" Giovane's astonished query hung in the air, his gaze fixated upon the unfamiliar countenance. The young man offered a serene smile, one that bore no trace of the uncertainty that must have once permeated Luke's being. "My name is Luca, and my purpose is to look good and be your accessory," he proclaimed, a blend of assurance and adulation resonating within his tranquil voice. It was then that the revelation unfurled—Giovane's involvement in the fashion industry, his influence as the proprietor of a modeling agency, became evident. Luca became an integral part of Giovane's world, his existence intertwined with a role that transcended that of a mere confidant. As Milan Fashion Week drew near, Luca's metamorphosis was soon unveiled, and the runway beckoned as his new domain.

Adorned in the splendid attire that Giovane provided, Luca graced the catwalks with an ethereal elegance, embodying an allure that captivated each onlooker. His presence commanded attention, standing as a testament to the seamless union of fashion and beauty.

Some days later Luca's consciousness skyrocketed and memories of his time as Luke flooded back. He struggled with an inexplicable desire that eclipsed the boundaries of his previous existence. “Giovane, I must confess – there is an unspoken desire in my entire being,” Luca murmured. "I knew that my inexplicable transformation into boxers filled me with a newfound longing that draws me inexorably to you, for the intoxicating scent of your essence and the longing desire to find comfort between your legs and suck your fluids."

"Giovane, your scent turned me gay and I want to smell you," Luca's husky whisper hung in the air, laden with an unspoken hunger. Giovane's lips curved into a knowing smile, a glint of unabashed allure shimmering within his gaze. "Then come closer, Luca. Indulge in the intoxicating fragrance of sandalwood that envelops me," he beckoned, the rasp of his voice weaving a beguiling melody that stirred Luca's every fiber. As Luca inhaled the heady fragrance that encased Giovane's form, an enigmatic fervor surged within him, igniting a primal yearning that seared through his being. Mere moments later, he found himself sinking to his knees before Giovane, a simmering hunger blazing within the depths of his gaze. Giovane's hand threaded through Luca's blond locks, guiding him steadfastly toward the pinnacle of sensation that awaited. " You look exquisite between my legs, Luca," Giovane's voice teased, a whisper interwoven with a potent undercurrent of desire. Giovane, whose enigmatic gaze danced on Luca's sculpted form, smiled as Luca eagerly sucked his cock. “Your purpose is to keep me warm in the most intimate way possible.”

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #straight to gay #clothes #underwear tf #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #clothes tf #clothing tf

[blamemma]

Daniel Ricciardo in the Alpha Tauri Garage after Post-Season Testing | 📍 Yas Marina Circuit | 📸 James Moy

#daniel ricciardo #dr #abudhabi23 #finished testing and got STRAIGHT into his boyfriends jersey does he FLY EVERYWHERE with that thing #red bull hat ✅ boyfriends clothes ✅ camera ✅ the daniel ricciardo outfit

[ink-ghoul]

It's incredible funny how much Etho likes 'Blue Fire', so much so that he makes it a main feature of his base and his special attack on TCG

and yet hermitblr has done NOTHING with this information

#we (me included) have an image of him more tied to snow and ice and cold stuff but this man is straight up firebending #hermitcraft #etho #ethoslab #/lighthearted #imagine him being a little warmer on the touch #or have his clothes a little charcoaled #the tips of his fingers a little burned #idk #details like that #I've been thinking mmmhhhhh #man is cool enough being kakashi that we can't add anything else to him #(don't ask me if the fire thing it's also a naruto thing I know nothing about naruto) lol :p

[cryptiduni]

ok ok, listen. I am gonna be straight with you. I am not a Patholic nerd and I really like the game. it has one of the most extraordinary stories/lore, plus its gloomy aesthetic is just my shit. but as a local Khalkh Mongolian, I very much dislike the herb bride designs. they have no inspiration from the cultures they are supposed to vaguely resemble, like literally nothing. i am a visual type of person and love it, ADORE it when shit is pretty to look at, it's in my blood. instead they opted for looking like straight-up savage unevolved cartoon cavewomen with skimpy outfits and foliage in their hair for good measure.

they look so out of place here, which you could argue its intentional but cmonnn???

here’s my take on how they could have looked like or at least what kind of things the devs missed out on:

—and their hair should have been braided in many different styles? all three of the major inspirations for the kin doesn’t like loose hair, if we are speaking traditionally. i really like these thin braids:

yeah, i get Orkhon economy is in shambles so no jewelry and colorful clothes but at least cover their boobage?? idk just slap on thin deel + belt and then just rough it up? make decorations out of wood?? and beads out of bones without just dangling them?? just because shit is desperate doesn't mean we gotta lose our dignity too?

edit: This post’s main point is not about restricting the nudity or the creative liberty i am only saying they should have approached this aspect from a different perspective with a native eyes on the IPL development team. It may have came off that way because i used the word boobage huh?

#everything doesn’t have to be accurate but keep your shit AUTHENTIC #do not ‘umm actually’ me unless you are a local or studied altaic cultures #deepening my lore perspective is ok too. but do not be a snob w/ me #dancing so hard that your clothes fall off is kinda bullshit excuse but ok fine. it's an interesting idea. initially #yeah herb brides get empathtic moments but we do agree this is a fetishization of poc women to a degree right? like a sexualized caricature #one of them straight up die for a open your heart joke lol wtf #and if you are gonna sexualize something at least DO IT RIGHT #there’s much so cool shit you coulda done here but nooOO savage east-asians are apparently the hip thing to do ugh #but handling of the colonialization aspect is horrible #you google traditional clothes on our culture almost every single one of those women and they will have a hairdo and a deel+belt #p.s. we don't worship bulls #or an evil entity #our religion is tengri or buddhism. some of us are monotheist too #random trivia: the pronoun “I/me” is not written “be”. it's “BI” #random trivia: unmarried woman/girl is called a sewger #pathologic #pathologic 2 #мор утопия #мор утопия 2 #herb brides #flintstones looking ass #god i am so gay for all these women above (except the herb bride hell nah) #makes the 4 hours i spent on this so worth it #if I had a nickel every time if slav games i liked had an anti-asian undertones #I’d have two which is not a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice #mongol #tibet #buryat #mongolia #buryatia

[morganbritton132]

Eddie falls asleep during another live-stream but this time it’s inevitable. He starts the stream laying on the couch with a blanket pulled all the way up under his chin.

Steve’s at work, and Eddie’s alone, and he’s tired. He just wants to talk but eventually he nods off.

Steve comes home like an hour later and putters around the room for a bit as he mutters to himself about how middle schoolers can be so mean sometimes. You don’t get a good view of him until he fusses with Eddie so he can lay on the couch with him.

Steve practically manhandles him until they’re both comfortably on the couch and then promptly falls asleep too. They’re holding hands the entire time.

#Steve straight up moves Eddie around like a rag doll so he can be big spoon #Steve passes through the frame initially in his work clothes and comes back to lay down in an undershirt and boxers #fans at home: why am I so invested in two grown men sleeping? #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson