Does anyone have a clear pic of Lydia's yellow dress from Beetlejuice?
I wanna make it but I need a reference pic :(

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Yemen

seen from Paraguay
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Russia
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Finland
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
Does anyone have a clear pic of Lydia's yellow dress from Beetlejuice?
I wanna make it but I need a reference pic :(
@deetziisms liked [x] for a starter!~
“What are you starin’ at, kid?” scoffed Oogie, folding his arms as he observed the girl. “You look like ya never seen a ghoul before.”
@deetziisms said: ❝ I’m alive. ❞ [ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 . ]
“are you okay??” fretting, even if she just confirmed she’s alive. that she did survive the wrath of romeo’s CLUMSINESS-- he accidentally plowed right into her on his skateboard. “i really am sorry!” baby blues so apologetic, his voice doesn’t even have to describe how guilty he feels. the blond boy holds his hands out, offering to help her up.
𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 OCTOBER & that’s why i love fall looking at the stars, admiring from afar. my girl, my girl, my girl. you will be my girl, my world.
* 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝒇𝒕. 𝒍𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 / @deetziisms ♡
❝ i’ve encountered creepier ...... ❞ this house is certainly not missing the spook factor , but it is quite the cliche . everything looks fake , like it was orchestrated for that mortal halloween holiday .
@deetziisms hit the ♡ for a starter
@deetziisms asked: ‘ god, i hate morning people. ’
➢ meme: golden girls prompts ➢ status: accepting
❝ we must be kindred spirits, my dear, because you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth. ❞ he’d also like to mention that he’d wish there was a manhole this shrill-voiced woman could fall into, but that hardly seemed appropriate for his young company.
@deetziisms | From HERE
"You’ve got a question for me.” Lorraine didn’t even look away from the chalkboard as she wiped the words Ed had so neatly printed away - it hardly took a clairvoyant to work out the girls intention. She lingered after a class, didn’t follow the wave of others - plus she was staring. That always meant a question.
“So,” She finished her task and claps the erasers in a cloud of white dust, before placing them aside and giving her BEST smile. “How can I help you, Lydia?”
The name falls off her tongue with a slightly pointed tone, loving the chance to show off her gift in such a little way.
@deetziisms .
[TEXT: BENDER]: I can’t tell if Delia fell asleep face first in the middle of wet clay but she’s listening to crazy opera music in her workroom and it’s so loud it’s driving me crazy. [TEXT: BENDER]: I’m willing to be the sneaking out kind if you help me ditch the high pitched singing and do something fun.
( sms → elvira ) –––– what do you qualify as fun ( sms → elvira ) –––– don’t expect me to throw rocks at your window ( sms → elvira ) –––– you’re meeting me down on your lawn