#Houserobe

[terrence-silver]

What kind of nightwear would Terry buy for beloved? And what nightwear would he wear himself 🌙

We pretty much are given a big hint or two on what kind of loungewear and nightwear Terry enjoys and has enjoyed throughout the decades; silk and satin houserobes in demure dark, decadent white or vivid jewel toned colors. Rich. Sophisticated. Classical. All heavy velvets and plush. Embroidered materials. Undoubtedly matching satin trousers underneath with button up shirts for his torso. The type of luxurious pajamas that cost thousands of dollars a pair, all custom commissioned and specifically tailored for Mr. Silver's leisure, of course. Lush fur slippers for his feet, equally as expensive? Yeah, entirely possible. Just like it was possible Terry Silver in the 80's simply slept in the nude. Perhaps, with only his jewelry to keep him company in bed, but in general, Terry's nightwear choices looked a little like this;

As for a beloved of any gender? Their style respectively simply matches what is showcased for Terry Silver above purely for synchronicity's sake, perhaps, with the slight and artistic addition of a monogrammed T.S. embroidered on their dressing gown in symbolically silver thread, right next to their heart, just so it would be known who they belong to, and just so they themselves would never forget it either.

[candont]

Wait, Andrew WK and Kat Dennings got married?

[scrangoo]

wanted to share how my night has gone

[greencheekconure27]

The problem with summer is that if I'm not careful there will be a three to four hour gap between me waking up and me getting dressed because I don't get cold

[inexplicifics]

M’Laiden (? is that right) prompt: leaving notes around the home

Lambert is, in fact, very bad at saying aloud how he feels about his lovers. They knew that going into the relationship: he’s prickly and short-tempered and far, far better at cursing and grumbling and even being silent than he is at ever letting sweet words pass his eternally-chapped lips. (Milena has been coaxing him into using lip balm. It’s a work in progress.)

But all the same, neither of Lambert’s lovers ever really doubts how he feels about them, because if he cannot say the words aloud, he can still make his devotion evident in all the little things he does - and all the little notes he leaves.

There’s a ham sandwich in the cheese drawer, stuck on the fridge handle on a night Aiden had to work late and came dragging in the door too tired to even make himself a simple dinner. The sandwich is smeared with the spicy mustard only Aiden likes, and layered with crisp lettuce and slices of ripe tomato from their garden and the really good sharp cheddar from the dairy farm down the road, and the bread is Lambert’s own sourdough. Aiden devours it like a starving man, and every bite is sweet with Lambert’s love.

Saw your old scarf was getting frayed, pinned to a brand new cashmere scarf in a beautifully mottled blue-green that makes Milena think of the ocean off the Mettinan coast, where they spent a week on vacation and she fell in love with the salt air and the waves and the tiny brightly-colored fish lurking in the tidepools along the shore. Milena wraps it around herself and feels warmer than the soft wool can explain.

Mind the step - I’ll fix it this evening, tucked into the doorframe so they both see it before they step out onto the porch; by the time they get back that night, the broken stair has been replaced, and a new railing has been installed, too, polished wood smooth as silk beneath their fingers. Aiden and Milena glance at each other with matching smiles at the sound of Lambert’s familiar grumbling from the shed out back, where he is doubtless covered in sawdust and well-earned pride.

Going fishing. Back soon. Love you, left on the pillow between them when they wake to the light of the rising sun in the big bed they all share. Milena traces the words with one perfectly-manicured fingernail and smiles at Aiden, who grins back.

“Fish for breakfast,” he says, sitting up and taking the note as carefully as if it were a holy text, tucking it into the drawer where they keep all of Lambert’s love-notes - because that is what they are, whether they say the words or not.

“I’ll start the coffee,” Milena agrees, and kisses Aiden on the cheek before wrapping herself in Lambert’s houserobe - far too large on her - and padding downstairs. From the kitchen window, she can very faintly hear Lambert, down at the creek, cursing quietly and happily at the recalcitrant fishing line and the slippery fish.

Yes, Lambert’s lovers know full well what his notes mean, and cherish them as dearly as they do their foul-mouthed darling and his silent golden heart.

[earlgreydream]

tumblr ate my fuckin ask i’m gonna lose it

but something about you and your maurader of choice opening presents on christmas morning?? with some hot cocoa and a cozy fire and i can’t remember what all i said in the original ask but you know the vibe lol

I KNOW THIS IS SO SO LATE — IT GOT BURIED IN MY INBOX

my choice is all of them <3

“shh, dont wake him up, bunny,” sirius said softly, pulling you away from a sleeping remus.

“but it’s christmas morning,” you whined, flashing pathetic eyes at sirius, wanting to get up with your boys and open presents.

“the suns not even up yet, come here,” he scolded gently, pulling you against his chest and keeping you there with strong arms around your waist.

james was waking up too, stirred by your whispers and squirming around. he reached for you, resting a big hand on your thigh and gently rubbing circles with his thumb.

“jamie!” you whispered, too loudly.

he shushed you with a kiss, smirking as he watched you struggle in sirius’ strong grip.

“I shouldn’t have expected you would let me sleep in, even on christmas,” remus spoke, his deep voice raspy with sleep.

“merry christmas!” you squealed, breaking free of sirius and throwing yourself onto remus, who was in happy spirits and unbothered by your enthusiasm.

“merry christmas, bunny. how about you and siri go make some hot chocolate while you let james and I get up?” remus asked with a kiss, gently patting your bum.

sirius dragged a fuzzy houserobe on, following you downstairs, to the kitchen for your drinks. snow was dusting down outside, making everything glitter white in your quiet neighborhood in East London.

james waved his wand as he came downstairs, a fire lighting in the hearth, warming the den where you settled down between the boys with your hot chocolate, ready to open presents.

“this one is from all of us,” remus said, placing a rather large box in front of you.

your eyes widened when you noticed the holes in the sides, and when you lifted the lid, a tiny kitten meowed among the blankets.

“oh my goodness!” you lifted the mewling cat out, her fuzzy head nuzzling into you as you cradled her against your chest.

“I love her.”

[beneathashadytree]

Hello! How are you doing? I hope you are doing great💕. Firstly let me express my admiration for your blog, your writing is really beautiful!

I'd like to request William J. Moriarty with a feminine reader, where after a very tiring day William pampers and comforts her. Maybe prepare a bath for her and wash her hair? Of course, you should write whatever you are comfortable with! I hope all of this made sense and sorry if it's too long.

Anyway, have a good day/ night and thank you😄

WASH YOUR WORRIES AWAY - WILLIAM MORIARTY X READER

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Genre : fluff and comfort <3

Word count : 0.7K words

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“Lord have mercy on every single one of us,” she groaned out loud, letting her head fall back onto the plush pillows and sinking into the mattress. Still in her day clothes, she barely even twitched as she heard footsteps approaching and a chuckle from the conjoined bathroom.

“I never pinned you as the devout religious type,” came William’s amused voice as he walked up to her, hovering right above her as she cracked her eyes open. A small smile on his face, he leaned over and carded his fingers through her hair. “Had a rough day, darling?”

Slowly nodding, she took his outstretched hand in hers, letting him pull her up gently. Part of her swooned internally at the fact that he seemed to do so with such ease and grace that it eas hard to keep a straight face. In all cases, she was too tired to do anything except accept his help in guiding her weary body over to the bathroom, where a heavenly smell was drifting from.

If someone could visibly light up, then she was the perfect embodiment of that expression. Despite all the exhaustion, she managed a grin at the sight of the bathtub filled to the brim with wonderfully bubbly water. Judging from the scent that instantly soothed her senses, William had added a few drops of freshly imported lavender oil to the steaming water. She had no idea what other products he’d poured into the water to make all these colorful suds, but she was well-aware that he had special access to a variety of expensive imports. Just the sight of the bathroom was enough to have her stripping her heavy clothes of within under a minute.

“You’re heaven-sent,” she sighed out, sinking into the delicious warmth that seeped into her bones.

His smile was as angelic as it ever was, but that underlying hint of wickedness still lingered. “I wouldn’t exactly hail myself as a saint.”

“How’d you know I was home?” she questioned, reaching out for the bottle of shampoo, only to have him take it from in front of her. She glanced up at him as he settled on the edge of the bathtub, rolling up the sleeves of his houserobe and oozing some onto his hands. “Ooh, am I getting the special treatment today?” she lightly teased him, but before she could say anything else his fingers gently massaging her scalp pulled a satisfied moan from her lips.

William’s smirk grew, self-satisfaction plain and clear on his face as he scrubbed the lather in. “Yes, you are. And to answer your previous question, I could hear the carriage stopping in front of the manor.” He deftly fiddled with the water taps for a moment, before warm water was pouring into his hands and onto her hair. Even the feeling of him rinsing the suds away was therapeutic.

“You’re too good to me,” she said, leaning back into his palm as his fingers worked their magic once again, ever-so-careful as he untangled every hair strand. Though she felt a few pulls on her scalp, it was an otherwise soothing experience that didn’t only wash the grime of the day but also all the heavy baggage weighing down on her shoulders.

Her lover only shook his head, washing all the products off as he did. “I’m only doing what any man should when he sees his lover this drained.”

Her immense gratitude—as well as her deep, deep fondness—was written all over her face as she watched him turn off the faucet and grab her towel from its hook. Lazy as she currently felt in the middle of the warm bathtub, she managed to languidly smile at him. “No, not every man would be this thoughtful,” she chuckled, adding almost to herself, “I really got lucky with you, sweetheart.”

His laugh was a melodic thing that seemed to dig its fizzing warnth into her very being. Pliant in his arms, she allowed him to tug her towards him, wading her out of the tub and drying her off at the foot of the tub with gentle hands. She could swear that the lights in his beautiful crimson eyes spelled out words of love that she’d never tire of hearing—even if his current words were as sweet as these.

“Then I hope I’ll be lucky enough to keep you by my side forevermore.”

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[cosmik-homo]

Its really kind of fascinating

I dont think i quite Got why hawkeye is so into imperessions- i was just watching the episode, "hawkeye", yknow, and i was idly wondering over mash's obsession w 30s-50s movie stars and such, its intratemporal conversation and how did it sit with its 70s audience, the intertemporal conversation of korea and vietnam and whatnot. But then i started hobbeling aroujd my house at 2am doing hawkeye pierce monologue impressions about emotions that are too big for me to feel, in my own stupid houserobe, and its like oh. You just needed to be someone else, huh.

Also, "thanks, man."

[vaguelydcwnwards]

;; honestly love the dichotomy of tfp scream and es scream in my head. tfp starscream in my brain is all drama and flair with his toxicity paired hand in hand with a Knifecat emoji. scheming and conniving the same way a black widow wearing one of those long, fluffy houserobes is.

then es starscream is (in his head) righteously angry. he still has that flare for the dramatic, but a lot of it is pettiness; if you're going to backstab him and the cause, then fine, he'll do it back to you, and he'll laugh in your face about it. he wants you to know exactly who's dragging you down and why exactly he's doing it. i imagine he's also more impulsive than tfp scream can be, much more emotionally driven (not to say tfp scream isn't emotionally driven, just that es scream is moreso).

[flashhwing]

WHY IS ANDERS HERE. JUST STANDIN. IN HIS HOUSEROBE. HELLO????????

[presley523]

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[thespiceboy]

So in love with my new house robe. It’s silky smooth and extremely comfortable. Also, it’s been such a busy few weeks, But I had time to study @madonna ‘s album and it is THE best album of 2019 so far. It’s also the number one album in the world! Congrats your madgesty! #houserobe #maninblack #madonna #madamex #numberone #relaxing #lifeisbeautiful #behappy #mindful https://www.instagram.com/p/BzHafBShX_P/?igshid=9hsr955ngcq8

[gentlemaninnewyork]

green tea in a green cup. I think I'm onto something here... 🍵 #greentea #green #mug #kitchen #nikeslides #zen #zenmoment #tiles #lines #latergram #pixel3 #jammies #comfort #nike #robe #houserobe #teatime #flipflops https://www.instagram.com/p/BubUpGpBG9d/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1avcoefpxpxdr

[cosmik-homo]

theres something so powerful about wearing an actually matching pjama for once. who are you, depression? i have a little suit that has the same strewbarry print on the buttoned, big collared shirt , and on the pants. and a big houserobe and nightcap (wooly hat with pompom, actually, but). you have no power over me!