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fredwkong · 1 year ago

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Sneakerhead

(inspired by a prompt from the incredibly welcoming @idesofrevolution )

It started because of some shoes.

Joel really wanted some classic Air Jordans, the 4s, black with red accents. He’d been having some trouble dating lately, passing out of his early 20s, when girls just wanted a guy who used deodorant. In their late 20s girls wanted shit like 401(k)s and moving in together. Joel’s solution? Date younger.

To do that, he needed some new style. He’d been grabbing streetwear for a while, but the Js would be the centrepiece, what he needed to perfectly set off distressed jeans and an oversized flannel. With his slender frame and boyish looks, with some new style Joel was sure his clean lifestyle would attract plenty of younger dates.

The shoes remained elusive, however. Too expensive to buy new, impossible to thrift. Finally, a gay guy acquaintance of Joel’s mentioned Sneaker Swap, a trade/sale site. He offered to send Joel a special invite link, an unreadable look in his eyes. Apparently this link would fast track Joel’s account progress somehow, give him unique access to shoes. Some gay kink thing, probably, Joel thought.

When he got home from the bar where he and the guy had met up, Joel followed the link and downloaded the app. The app took a while to load, he noticed, but the loading spiral was pretty nice to look at, so it was fine. It was one of the Js in the middle of several swirling concentric circles with a rainbow pattern.

Finally, the app loaded, inviting Joel to make an account. He input his shoes size, blinking at the afterimage of the spiral in his vision. When the main page loaded, and sneakers started to populate across the screen, his dick jumped unexpectedly, probably a side effect of being so close to finally having his Js and getting a date.

The guy Joel finally ended up buying his Js from lived across town, so Joel drove to his house to make the trade. As soon as he pulled up, he noticed a rainbow flag in the front window. The guy had seemed pretty intelligent and straightforward while Joel negotiated, but when he opened the door the guy seemed totally out of it. He barely remembered agreeing to the trade, he tried to grope Joel’s ass, and worst of all, all he was wearing were some tight boxer briefs and his sneakers, which gave off kind of a funky smell.

The dumb guy left Joel standing next to his shoe rack while he went to go find the Jordans and their box. As he waited, a distinctive smell started to fill Joel’s nose, the rich, buttery aroma rising off of the pile of used shoes in the rack. This guy must not own any socks, Joel thought in disgust. If those Js were gonna smell this bad, he might need to look for a new pair. He started to load sneaker swap, watching the spiral turn for several seconds.

Maybe the smell wasn’t that bad, he realised, sniffing the air again. It wasn’t like he wanted his feet to smell like that, but it wasn’t so surprising for a guy to want to fill his shoes with his essence. Mark his territory. Show off his manliness.

Joel had drifted back toward the shoe rack by the time the guy came back with the shoes. He spotted the Sneaker Swap app, still loading on Joel’s phone.

“Huhu, what a great app,” the guy grunted, handing over the shoebox. “Totally changed my life, bro.”

“Uh, thanks, man,” Joel said, handing over cash for the Js and pocketing his phone. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming off the guy’s hairy muscles. “Thanks for the shoes.”

“Totally,” the gay guy’s eyes zeroed in on the bulge in Joel’s pants. Joel hadn’t even noticed his erection. “Hey bruh, if you want to,” the guy paused and licked his lips, “trade sneakers again sometime, hit me up.”

Joel beat a hasty retreat back to his car.

As he drove home, he kept thinking about the smell of that guy’s shoes. It was almost like it was still in his head, fogging up his brain. In fact, it was getting stronger. Joel pulled over and grabbed the shoebox from his passenger seat. He hadn’t smelled it in the house, but his fancy new Js were impregnated with the smell of the guy’s feet. Joel groaned, now he would have to figure out how to clean the shoes without ruining them.

Joel kept the shoes in a box in the back of his front closet, not wanting to have to smell them while he figured out how to wash off the stench. By the time he had finished his dinner, though, a faint foot funk was permeating his kitchen like a haze. Those shoes were powerful. Joel loaded up Sneaker Swap. Maybe they had a forum that could help. At the very least, he wanted to comment on the guy’s profile so other people knew what they were getting into.

The loading spiral was so relaxing. Joel could just sit and watch it… Some time later, Joel found himself looking at the main page of the app. When had it gotten so dark? He’d been about to do something on the app. He was going to—he was going to look for more shoes, right. He was already planning more outfits with different pairs.

The next morning, Joel was leaving for work when he saw the Js he’d bought yesterday sitting out on his shoerack, their smell eye-watering at close range. Had he put them there? He must have. The smell seemed different today, more complex and deeper, there was almost an appeal to having it filling him up… Joel shook his head. He should have looked up how to clean them last night, his whole house was gonna smell if this kept up. He went to open the Sneaker Swap app, and watched the spiral load.

He was nearly late for work, he spent so long looking at shoes to buy. How was he getting so absentminded lately? He must have had a latent interest in cool shoes this whole time, he reasoned.

The pattern continued. Every time Joel passed through his entryway, he smelled the musky Jordan 4s on his shoerack. He thought about cleaning them or putting them away, and started to load up Sneaker Swap, then got distracted by looking at shoes. It was starting to affect other parts of his life, too. A girl at work commented on how spacey and airheaded Joel had been acting lately. He just shrugged, unable to think of an answer other than, “Sorry, head’s full of shoe stink.”

By the time his next paycheck came through, Joel had three different pairs on hold with local bros. He was jittery and excited all morning, then loaded up into his car for an afternoon driving around to make the trades.

It was… weird. Joel couldn’t put his finger on it, but all three of the guys he met were different than he’d expected. Maybe it was how slow and stupid their voices were, or their nudity, or the fact none of them had washed or put on deodorant. All three wore their sneakers in their houses, and all three had a pile of smelly shoes by the front door. But every time Joel tried to think about it, the smell of all the shoes seemed to overtake his mind. All three guys had such unique scents to them, Joel found himself fascinated.

On the drive home, Joel barely noticed the three pairs of shoes stinking up his car, too busy thinking about how all those shoes had smelled at the source, where the guys he’d bought his Js from kept all their dirty sneakers. In a daze, he carried the three smelly boxes into his house and absently set the three new pairs of shoes next to the first, which he still hadn’t tried on. He kept meaning to clean them, he should look up how on Sneaker Swap… The loading spiral was so captivating…

Later, Joel found himself sitting on the floor next to his shoerack, his phone open to Sneaker Swap in one hand and one of his new Js in the other. Another couple shoes were in his lap. He took in the complex, different scents of each of the guys he’d bought them from, some salty, some bitter, and one even an almost sweet scent. It was like a signature, their unique trace on the shoes, something he’d be honoured to add to now that he’d inherited the legacy from them.

The next morning, Joel sniffed himself and decided he probably didn’t have to shower this morning. He looked at the deodorant on his bathroom counter, puzzled, and then threw it in the trash. While he ate breakfast, Joel loaded up Sneaker Swap and, after watching the spiral for a while, started looking at shoes. When he got ready for work, he grabbed the first pair of Js he’d bought and shoved his socked feet into their musky interior without a second thought.

Joel had the style now, but he noticed that he was having even more trouble scoring dates now. Girls seemed put off by the manly smell that Joel was building up. He’d started going to the gym more, and showers just seemed so much less important than building up his personal brand of musk to fill in to his shoes. At one bar, a girl wrinkled her nose at him as soon as Joel came up to the bar and she fled. Meanwhile, a passing boy in some little sexy shorts paused walking past Joel, nostrils flaring. Joel watched as the guy’s little dick suddenly tented out his tiny package, and smirked when their eyes met.

He was noticing guys more and more lately. At first, it was just their shoes, like the spiral from Sneaker Swap appeared around the feet of any guy in Js. He kept wondering what it would be like to smell a guy’s feet for real, rather than just through getting his musky shoes. His collection was growing, and each time he went to get new shoes the guys he traded with got more fun. Their houses were full of such hot scents, and their hot, smelly bods looked and smelled so good. They kept pressing up against Joel as they passed him their shoes, passing on their musk to him to take care of. It was so hot.

As much as he loved the thick, musky smell permeating his house now, Joel still hadn’t gone all the way and stuck his face in one of his Js. He didn’t know if he could take the smell that close to the source. The day he brought home his tenth pair of shoes, though, Joel decided that his little collection deserved to be commemorated on his Sneaker Swap profile. He opened up the app and watched the loading spiral.

He recollected himself as he hit “post” on his new profile pic. He looked at it. His Js were neatly laid out on the shoerack, but off to the side, there he was, in the picture, his face buried in one of the 4s, the first ones he’d bought with the red accents. As likes and comments started to pour in from the guys he’d bought the shoes from, a chorus of “bruh” and “noice” and “sniff that sneak, dude” Joel realised that he was still holding the shoe over his mouth and nose.

Right in the back of his mind, Joel had an instant of fear. Was this really him? This stinky sneakerhead? He’d been different before, clean-cut and even straight! He instinctively took a deep breath, and his negative feelings vanished as all his thoughts were overcome with the salty, musky tang of the shoe, so much stronger at close range that it was a physical sensation on his tongue. Joel’s growing foot stench had blended with the buttery scent of that first dumb himbo he’d bought the shoes from.

It felt like his whole mind was being filled up with musk, slowing his thoughts down like they were moving through molasses. Everything was perfectly fine. He had his shoes, he had his musk, and his big cheesy cock. Life was pretty much perfect for a dumb sneakerhead like him.

The next morning, Joel woke up in bed, cradling one of his Js against his face like when he’d fallen asleep. He didn’t bother putting on more than some boxers and a used pair of socks, sticking his feet into a pair of sneakers as he got out of bed. A new user on Sneaker Swap wanted to buy a pair of his 4s, and after that he’d invited the guy he’d bought his first pair from to come over and check out his collection. Hopefully Joel would be able to get his mouth on that guy’s hot, smelly feet this time.

He needed to message that guy who’s given him the link to this app. Maybe he could give him a reward, Joel thought, kneading his weeping cock through his boxers.

#mental change #male transformation #feet kink tf #shoes tf #musk tf #straight to gay #dumber tf #hypno tf #himbofication #idesofrevolution #prompted story #male tf #all fwkong

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mai-333 · 1 year ago

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The Poverty Aesthetic;

Why do people want to look poor?

N.hoolywood Fall/Winter 2017 men’s collection

Not wanting to look polished and elegant isn’t something new. Messier aesthetics have been popular styles since the 1950s. The hippies of the 60s wore a beat up, vintage carnival look. Punk rock trended in the 80s where people wore shredded, torn, or bleached jeans. The 90s had grunge where tattered and even dirty clothes were worn, with distressed denims and flannels. But while these trends were primarily influenced by music and political movements, the current phenomenon of wanting to look homeless or poor is not.

The poverty trend really started with shoes. Taking inspiration from grunge fashion trends which included well worn Doc Martens and Converse. Many people took to manufacturing this look by purposefully making their shoes look dirty, and old. So while these may look similar, the 90s grunge style was created through thrifting and repurposing clothes. This new trend is a mockery to 90s grunge, faking a used look is pathetic, many people who are forced to wear tattered shoes would love your brand new ones. If you really want the distressed shoe aesthetic then buy them second hand, or just wear your shoes until they look worn. This has escalated severely, to the point where luxury brands such as Gucci and Balenciaga, are now selling new used looking shoes.

N.hoolywood and Magnolia Pearl have both been criticised for glamorising the poverty aesthetic. Even John Galliano, who’s 2000s homeless inspired collection later influenced the parody Zoolander film. Celebrities such as Johnny Depp have been seen wearing ‘distressed chic’ outfits which could have been seen on a homeless person, except that he’s actually wearing Magnolia Pearl.

It is no surprise that people have taken issue with the poverty aesthetic, because this is only an aesthetic for those who have the choice. It is the ultimate luxury to be able to choose to dress poor. What a poor person will be judged for wearing is now a trend for richer people. Rich people view poor people through their lens of privilege. This style is not just controversial, it is ignorant, out of touch, and overall just privileged.

Choosing to wear second hand clothing, oversized and layered outfits, is not the issue. I understand that many people choose to dress in a more alternative and grungy style which may look similar to what is worn by poor or homeless people. It is not problematic to wear distressed or tattered clothing when you can afford otherwise. Dressing in worn and second hand clothing is one of the best ways to tackle fast fashion and over consumption. The issue lies where rich people want to masquerade as poor, when luxury brands sell and promote ‘homeless chic’ fashion.

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apocalypseornaw · 1 year ago

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Nothing I Would Change

(We'll pretend this is Dean for the sake of this)

I was tagged in this post by @kayhi808 on @witchygagirl the challenge was "cursed" so I used a Buffy episode storyline

Warnings um just cursing and mentions of blood I believe

"Alex, where did you hear about this place?" You followed her into the door of a costume shop she'd dragged you, Claire, Kaia and Patience to. The only reason Jody had ok'd the trip was due to your presence. "A nurse I work with" she replied looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

You weren't sure about the idea of a Halloween party. Garth was hosting it but the idea of multiple hunters taking a night off on possibly one of the busiest nights? Kind of rubbed you the wrong way, plus the chance of something going sideways.

You followed the girls around the store half heartedly paying attention to their choices, giving your opinion when asked. Normally you loved taking the girls out for a day but your head wasn't in it. You and Dean weren't exactly fighting but there was something not quite right.

On some level you felt like maybe it was the idea that you weren't exactly the picture of femininity. Yeah you could clean up decent if a case called for it but you preferred your flannel and jeans. You knew Dean, he wasn't a guy like that. He did not expect the whole damsel in distress, need a man to save me type of girl but the longest relationship he'd ever had was Lisa and for fucks sake the woman wore satin gowns to sleep in while you wore an old band tshirt.

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"You're being quiet. What's up?" Claire asked once they all had purchases and you were yet to even look. You shrugged "stuck in my own head I guess" Kaia smiled "Want help picking a costume?" You nodded "Sure. You girls know my sizes. Have at it" the four of them went in separate directions so you headed for the dressing rooms to wait.

Claire came back with an outfit that vaguely resembled Xena, Kaia had a dress tucked over her arm while Alex had grabbed a nurse outfit and Patience a cop outfit. You took the bundle with a slight smirk "Jesus did all of you get suggestions from Dean?" A laugh ran through them "Just try them on! We don't need to know about what you and Dean do in the dark" Claire teased so you rolled your eyes at her before heading into the dressing room.

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The Xena outfit showed too much, The nurse outfit felt more like a role play outfit and the cop one just felt weird considering your boyfriend had gotten arrested by the feds multiple times in his life. You pulled out the last outfit which was Kaias pick. It was a dress that resembled some of the costumes you'd seen on "Reign" it was gorgeous and when you slipped it on you felt like a princess.

When you opened the door all of the girls started to whistle. "That's the one!" You laughed as they made a big deal out of you "Ok, ok. I'll get it!"

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late...." Dean trailed off when he walked into the bathroom to see Jody helping you put the final touches on your hair. "Do you like it?" You asked with a nervous smile, smoothing the front of the dress. He nodded slowly, eyes raking across your body "You're absolutely beautiful baby" Jody let out a light laugh "You two are adorable really but Dean's right, you're gonna be late"

Her and Donna had opted to hand out candy to trick or treaters so they were staying home. You shot her a smile then followed Dean out. You weren't one of those couples to do matching costumes and he'd gone with a peaky blinders inspired look and sweet lord the first time you'd seen it you had to pick your jaw up off the floor and Eileen had responded similarly to Sam's getup as well.

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Dean opened the passenger side door for you and when you raised an eyebrow he smirked "Cmon let me be a gentleman" you smiled and placed a quick kiss against his lips "Of course" then climbed in.

Once he was in the driver's seat he reached over for your hand. "You look amazing sweetheart" he spoke quietly and while you looked the attention it wasn't doing anything to subdue your worries. You smiled hoping it looked genuine as you replied "Look at yourself Winchester"

The party was going great. A lot of hunters were in attendance including hunters like Garth and the Banes twins that weren't just normal hunters. Dean watched as you danced with Max and couldn't help but smile, the last few weeks you'd seemed distant and it had worried him. What if you'd decided he wasn't what you wanted, what if you'd found someone better? He couldn't face losing you. He'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about you. He loved you in a way he'd never thought possible and hearing your laughter when Max dramatically dipped you made his heart flip.

"Careful Dean, your face may crack if you smile any harder" he heard someone tease and turned to face Makayla, one of your friends. He laughed lightly "Can't help it. I know I'm a lucky man" she smiled "I'm glad to see her happy. She deserves the best" Dean nodded, never taking his eyes off you "Yeah she does"

The British men of letters hadn't been active in a long time, not since the seige of hunters versus them. No one could have predicted them attacking at a Halloween party of all things.

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The chaos littered around the field the party had been set up in was insane even compared to shit Dean had seen. Monsters crawled in from every corner and fights were everywhere.

Garth and Bess were both teeth and claws tearing through beasts while the Banes were throwing spells left and right. Dean hadn't been worried considering you could handle yourself pretty well but when he noticed a handful of people taking on the characteristics of their costumes the mystery costume shop you and the girls had gone to popped into his head.

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Dean's face was slick with blood, none of it was his. He'd fought his way through a trio of Loup-Garous to get to you. He'd heard your scream and when he found you you'd been pinned against a tree by a vampire about to sink his teeth into your neck.

He'd never moved as fast as he did slicing the vamp's head from his shoulders. Your eyes locked with his half a second before you fainted.

Your head felt like a mixture of the first time you'd drank moonshine, mixed with your first concussion mixed with the migraine you'd had after lucifer had snapped your neck and Cas brought you back.

You opened your eyes slowly and realized you were in one of Garths guest cabins. You tried to sit up but the world shifted causing you to have no choice but to fall back against the pillows with a groan. What the hell had happened?

You looked down to see you were wearing one of Dean's shirts and a pair of his boxers instead of the dress you'd been in. The last thing you remembered was talking to Makayla.

"Dean" you called out, grimacing at how rough your voice sounded. You heard footsteps a second before the door opened to reveal Dean. He was still wearing his peaky blinders look but was coated in blood. That alone made you push through your dizziness to sit up "What happened? Are you ok?"

He quickly made it to the bed easing you back against the headboard in a seated position "British men of letters. We officially wiped out that chapter now thanks to some of Rowenas contacts" you nodded slowly "Why don't I remember?" He touched the shirt you wore "The dress? That store was a front. They placed plants in front of quite a few hunters to get as many of us as possible into cursed costumes" he took a shallow breath before you saw his face fall "I almost lost you"

He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You laid your head against his chest "I'm sorry Dean. I just wanted to be soft and feminine for once" you felt him stiffen under you "Is that why you've been distant? You feel like I don't see you as feminine enough?" You wouldn't meet his eyes but nodded.

He gently grasped your arms to push you back where he could grip your chin to make you look at him "I almost lost you to a cursed costume because you think I give a shit about things like if your makeups done? I love you, I love you in my old shirt, I love you when you're filthy after a hunt, I love you when you're dressed up, I love you when you're in sweats. I don't care what thought has went through that beautiful head of yours but there isn't anything about you that I don't love and there's not a damn thing about you I would change ok?"

You nodded, feeling tears spring to your eyes "Did we lose anyone?" He shook his head "No, thankfully we didn't" he pulled you back against his chest so you let him, laying your head down to listen to his heartbeat. "Matching costumes next year?" You asked quietly and felt his chest vibrate with laughter "As long as we go somewhere like target or spirit halloween, only chain stores from here on out"

#supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #spn fanfiction #halloween fic

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cherrygirlystuff · 3 months ago

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DIY Fashion: Crafting Your Own Indie Sleaze-Inspired Wardrobe 🎨

Hey babe, ready to dive into the world of DIY fashion and create a wardrobe that’s as unique and iconic as you are? 🌟 The indie sleaze aesthetic is all about embracing that effortlessly cool, slightly chaotic vibe, and the best part? You don’t need to break the bank to achieve it. With a little creativity, some thrifted gems, and a few DIY techniques, you can craft a wardrobe that screams indie sleaze while staying true to your personal style. Let’s get into it!

1. Thrift Store Treasures: The Hunt Begins

First things first, your indie sleaze wardrobe starts at the thrift store. This is where you’ll find those perfectly worn-in pieces that are essential for the look. Think vintage band tees, oversized flannels, and distressed jeans that have just the right amount of edge.

What to Look For: Keep an eye out for leather jackets, graphic tees, slip dresses, and anything with a grungy, lived-in feel. The more unique, the better! Don’t be afraid to dig through the racks—you never know what hidden gems you’ll find.

Pro Tip: Hit up thrift stores in different neighborhoods or cities for a wider variety of styles. And don’t be afraid to venture into the men’s section—you can find the best oversized flannels and jackets there!

2. DIY Distressing: Making It Yours

Once you’ve got your thrifted pieces, it’s time to make them your own with some DIY distressing. The goal is to create that perfectly imperfect look that feels authentic and a little rebellious.

How to Distress: Grab a pair of scissors, a cheese grater, or some sandpaper and go to town on your denim and tees. Focus on areas like the hems, pockets, and edges to give them that worn-in, grungy vibe.

Bleaching & Dying: For an extra edge, try bleaching or tie-dyeing your pieces to give them a custom, one-of-a-kind look. You can create cool patterns or just go for an overall faded effect that looks totally effortless.

3. Layering Like a Pro: Mix, Match, and Mismatch

Indie sleaze fashion is all about layering, so don’t be afraid to mix and match different textures, patterns, and styles. The key is to look like you just threw something on and it just happens to look amazing.

Layering Essentials: Start with a basic slip dress or a pair of skinny jeans, then add an oversized band tee or flannel. Top it off with a vintage leather jacket or a chunky cardigan, and you’re good to go.

Pro Tip: Don’t be afraid to clash! Mix patterns like plaid with stripes, or pair a delicate dress with a tough leather jacket. The beauty of indie sleaze is that there are no rules—just your own unique style.

4. DIY Customization: Personalize Your Pieces

Ready to take things up a notch? DIY customization is where your personality really shines through. This is your chance to create pieces that are 100% you.

Patches & Pins: Add some flair to your jackets, bags, and jeans with DIY patches and pins. You can find these at craft stores, online, or even make your own from old fabric scraps or prints.

Embroidery & Painting: If you’re feeling extra crafty, try your hand at embroidery or fabric painting. Add some lyrics from your favorite band, a cool design, or just your initials to make your pieces truly one-of-a-kind.

Pro Tip: Use fabric markers to doodle or write on your clothes. It’s an easy way to add a personal touch without needing any special skills or equipment.

5. Accessorize the Sleaze: Final Touches

Accessories are the finishing touches that pull your whole look together. Think chunky boots, layered necklaces, and lots of rings. The goal is to look like you just threw everything on in a hurry but still look effortlessly cool.

Footwear: Go for combat boots, old-school sneakers, or worn-in ankle boots. The more scuffed up, the better—it adds to that lived-in, indie vibe.

Jewelry: Pile on the rings, bracelets, and necklaces. Mix metals, wear multiple necklaces at different lengths, and don’t be afraid to stack your rings. More is more!

Bags & Hats: Finish off your look with a slouchy beanie, a vintage hat, or a crossbody bag. These little details can really elevate your outfit and make it feel complete.

6. Confidence is Key: Rock Your Look

At the end of the day, the most important part of any outfit is confidence. Indie sleaze is all about embracing your individuality and not caring what anyone else thinks. So throw on your DIY creations, strut your stuff, and own your unique style!

Pro Tip: The best way to feel confident is to be comfortable in what you’re wearing. Make sure your DIY pieces reflect your true self, and you’ll feel amazing no matter what you put on.

Final Thoughts, Babe: You’re the Indie Sleaze Queen

And there you have it, your ultimate guide to crafting your own indie sleaze-inspired wardrobe! 🎨 From thrift store hunts to DIY customization, you’ve got all the tools you need to create outfits that are totally you. Remember, indie sleaze is all about embracing imperfection, mixing and matching, and most importantly, having fun with your fashion.

What DIY projects are you excited to try? Share your creations with me, and let’s inspire each other to keep the indie sleaze spirit alive! Happy crafting, babe! ✨

#2014 grunge #2014 nostalgia #2014 tumblr #brat summer #2014 aesthetic #2014 revival #indie music #the dare #indie pop #indie rock #indie sleaze #soft grunge #bring back 2014 #2014core

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 5 months ago

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This ask from earlier gave me a boost of inspiration to continue the human-turned version of the Black Sheep AU.

Also, I included the previous parts with this as well!

Sasha stretched her arms as she did every morning when she woke up. Her eyes had yet to open, but she felt a body curled up next to her.

She assumed that this other body was her dog, which had a habit of sleeping in her bed with her. Sasha didn’t mind it, she left the bedroom door ajar at night so Anetra could go in and out as she pleased.

Her eyes were still closed when she reached out to pet the German Shepard, greeting her in a low but sweet voice.

“Good morning, sweet girl,” she said, reaching out to expect to feel soft fur.

Sasha’s eyes shot open when she felt the smooth skin of a human. This was surely not her dog.

She slowly turned to her side to look at the mysterious person next to her in the bed. Sasha’s breath hitched as she instantly recognized the woman next to her.

It was her ex-girlfriend. The very same ex-girlfriend that she happened to name her dog after.

Sasha carefully got out of bed, as Anetra was still sleeping. She still had the same fiery red-dyed hair from the last time she saw her, nearly ten years ago.

She was surprised (and relieved) that Anetra was dressed. She wore similar clothes to what she remembered Anetra liking, all black with a distressed red flannel.

Sasha quietly left the room and shut the bedroom door behind her. At the end of the hallway, she found Kerri peering around the corner, knuckles nearly white.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, hoping to sound calm. She needed to be the calm one in this situation, despite her ex replacing her dog in the middle of the night.

Kerri kept her voice low as she turned to look at Sasha, “Someone broke in last night.”

Okay, remaining calm was a lot harder than expected.

“What? What happened?” she asked in surprise. They lived ten miles outside of town, off a quiet highway. Nobody broke into houses out here.

Kerri waved Sasha to look into the living room, still trying to hide behind the wall. Sasha peeked around the wall and looked into the living room.

On the couch, she saw a tall blonde sleeping soundly as the sun started to shine through the window. They were dressed in a pink dance performance outfit, Laduca shoes just hanging over the arm of the couch.

Sasha could recognize that blonde hair anywhere. There was only one family member who slept in the living room in the evenings, “I think that’s…Marcia.” she said in slight disbelief.

“The cat? You think that person on our couch is our cat?” Kerri whisper-shouted. “Have you been taking those doggy painkillers from months ago? Because that sounds absolutely crazy.” she pointed out with her arms crossed.

“Come with me, I need to show you something,” Sasha said as she led her daughter to her bedroom. Kerri reluctantly followed her, a confused look on her face.

Sasha opened the door again, trying to be as quiet as possible. But when she looked inside, being quiet appeared to be pointless.

Anetra was wide awake, sitting with her legs tucked under her. She was looking in wonder at the rest of her body until she noticed the door was open.

Sasha and Kerri stood in the doorway speechless as Anetra looked at them. None of the three said a word until Anetra spoke up, her voice slightly rough from lack of use.

“Why am I like you? Why am I a human now?”

After both women coaxed Anetra out of the bedroom while avoiding her questions, Marcia slowly woke up. She was staring at her hands as sleep left her eyes, and she did not notice the others in the room.

Sasha kneeled in front of her as Kerri guided Anetra to the couch.

“Don’t freak out, okay? We’re going to figure this all out,” she said before getting back on her feet.

“And how exactly will we be doing that?” Kerri whispered to her.

Sasha looked back at Anetra and Marcia, looking lost and confused, stared back at her. “Okay, let’s start with you two. What do you guys remember from before?”

Anetra spoke first, “I don’t remember ever being a human before, I don’t think,” she said quietly. Sasha was surprised that she didn’t sigh out loud in her disappointment.

Marcia shook her head, “Me neither, I’ve always been a cat ever since I could remember,”

“Do you two know each other?” Kerri asked with a raised eyebrow.

The two looked at each other and turned back, both saying, “Nope,” “Do you know anything about yourselves? Anything you can remember?” Sasha asked.

“I’m a…dancer?” Marcia said as she looked at her clothes. Her old collar was next to her, and she picked it up. “Marcia, that’s my name.”

“What about you?” Sasha looked at Anetra. She could have answered that question herself. Anetra was a taekwondo performer who dumped her at the first chance to compete internationally.

But that wasn’t important anymore. Or at least, not now.

“My name, it’s Anetra. That’s all I know.” She said quietly. Her face fell at the realization.

“Maybe your memories will come in time,” Kerri suggested.

Anetra and Marica looked at each other for a moment, “I hope so,” Anetra said, looking downward.

Sasha perked up from where she stood, “What about the other animals?” she asked in a panic.

“Mama, there’s no way that our livestock also turned to humans.” Kerri pointed out. “Now that is ridiculous-”

Kerri was stopped by a knock at the back window. The four all turned to look, seeing a figure looking through the window.

“Kerri, go get the baseball bat,” Sasha said as she slowly made her way to the back door. Anetra and Marcia were close behind her. As she waited for Kerri, Sasha looked at the figure outside. She was a tall woman with chocolate brown hair and neon-colored clothes.

The woman wasn’t carrying a weapon or looked dangerous, so Sasha took the risk and opened the door. “Can I help you?” she asked.

“Thank god, you’re here. I woke up and I didn’t see any of the humans or that wolf that always chases me. Now I’m one of the humans!” The woman explained.

Sasha narrowed her eyes, the others coming out of the house to see, “Are you…a sheep?” she asked carefully.

The woman nodded, “Yeah, you put this bell on me since you told me I was the most special sheep,” She held out a leather strap with a cowbell attached.

Before Sasha could figure out which one of the sheep she was, Anetra spoke up. “She’s the black sheep,” “Do you have a name?” Kerri asked.

“It’s Mirage,”

#black sheep au

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videostarblogs · 4 months ago

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amekaji gyaru?

7. amekaji gyaru (requested by anonymous)

amekaji gyaru, short for American casual gyaru, is a substyle of the gyaru fashion movement that draws inspiration from American casual and street wear styles. it combines the boldness of gyaru with relaxed and sporty elements, creating a fun and laid back aesthetic. here a detailed breakdown of amekaji gyaru fashion:)))))

origins an development

amekaji gyaru emerged as a distinct substyle within the broader gyaru fashion movement in the late 1990s and early 2000s. influenced by american culture, particularly the casual and sport fashion seen in American streetwear, it offers a more relaxed alternative to the typically glamorous and heavily styled gyaru looks. the style was popularized through Japanese fashion magazines like egg and pop teen, which feature amekaji inspired outfits and street snaps.

key motifs

casual and sporty clothing: amekaji gyaru outfits after include items like graphic t-shirts, hoodies, baseball jackets, denim shorts, and distressed jeans. the clothing is comfortable, relaxed, and easy to wear.

bold colors and prints: bright colors, bold patterns, and eye catching prints are common in amekaji fashion. plaid, stripes, and animal prints are frequently incorporated into the outfits.

layering: layering is a key aspect of amekaji gyaru. combining different pieces like t-shirt, flannel shirts, and jackets creates a dynamic and textured look.

accessories: accessories play an important role in completing the amekaji gyaru look. baseball caps, beanies, bandanas, and chunky belts are popular choices. sunglasses, large hoop earrings and statement jewelry add an extra touch of flair.

footwear: sneakers, high top trainers, and casual boots are the go to footwear options. they complement the laid back, sporty vibe of the style.

natural hair and makeup: compared to other gyaru substyles, amekaji gyaru tends to favor a more natural makeup. light foundation, subtle eyeshadow, and lip gloss are common. hair is often styler in loose waves or ponytails, with a natural or slightly highlighted colors.

music

the amekaji gyaru aesthetic aligns with various music genres, including hip-hop, pop, and even rock. artists like gwen Stefani, avril Lavigne , and American pop punk bands are influential, reflecting the casual, edgy, and fun aspects of the styles.

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Sheena Ringo

Quruli

Chara

The HIATUS

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movies

films that showcase american teen culture and street style resonate with amekaji gyaru aesthetic. movies like clueless, bring it on, and mean girls feature casual and sporty fashion that aligns with amekaji principle.

here are some other movies to watch aswell

Greatful Dead (1995)

Kamikaze Girls (2004)

Linda Linda Linda (2005)

Love Exposure (2008)

Happy Flight (2008)

Memories of Matsuko (2006)

The Taste of Tea (2004)

Funky Forest: The First Contact (2005)

books and other medias

manga and anime: some manga and anime feature characters with a casual, street wear inspired style that fits amekaji gyaru aesthetic. titles like paradise kiss and gals offer a glimpse into the doverse world of gyaru fashion

fashion magazines: Japanese fashion magazines such as egg and pop teen have historically featured amekaji gyaru, providing readers with outfit inspiration, styling tips, and street snaps if those embracing the style.

social media: platforms like Instagram, TikTok, and fashion blogs are crucial for amekaji gyaru enthusiast to share their looks, connect with others, and stay updated on the latest trends. online communities and forums,s dedicated to gyaru fashion help foster the a,ekaji gyaru community and keep[ the style vibrant

inspo

overall, amekaji gyaru is a fun and relaxed substyle that combines the boldness pf gyaru with the casual and sporty elements of American street wear. it celebrates individuality, comfort, and a carefree attitude. making it a versatile and accessible fashion choice:)

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gavinsdeviant · 1 year ago

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Feel the Light

cw/tw- talks of past harm done to character, talks of torture, emotional distress, trauma response, a traumatic flashback, hurt/comfort, Quinn, insults and harsh language

word count- 1,645

pairing- Sam & Darlin

fandom- Redacted Audio

fic inspired by the song feel the light by Jennifer Lopez

@davidshawswife @daveysangelsposts @angelcactus @morgansplace @annahhopee @romeo-the-homeo @zozosrandomthings @miyowmiyow

hope you enjoy!

“Quinn doesn’t get to keep hidin’ from you, not now. Not anymore.” Darlin’ gives a small smile, squeezing his cold palm in theirs. He brings their hands to his mouth and kisses a line down their wrist.

Do you remember,

“I’ll be fine. They ain’t gonna know what’s hitting ‘em,” he adds, flashing them a toothy grin. They laugh, even as nerves bounce around in their stomach. They reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

When we fell under,

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin.”

—

Fifteen minutes later the shifter and their Alpha are seated overlooking a drab, empty room. The air is cold, quiet.

Darlin’ scrunches their nose at the smell of stale coffee.

“Where is he?” David asks again. He’d been hounded Detective Clark as soon as they had sat down, hackles raised at the room that still appeared vacant. Their stomach churns.

The fluorescent lights hum, buzzing as they drum fingers along the cold rim of the table they were sat at.

Henry beckons them to look. The door slides open and a familiar silhouette steps out seconds later. *Sam.*

Hurry up, hurry up,

There’s no more waiting,

He shuffles over to take his seat, flannel sleeves pulled up to the elbows. They smile to themselves as their chest warms. ”Samual Collins. He’s your partner, correct?”

He glances back to the glass, saluting them, something akin to mischief alight in his eyes.

We’re still worth saving,

The scrape of a large chain rattles the door before they can find a way to reply and then, with a slow creak the door swings open. With dusty hair and a charming smile, the man in the door almost appeared normal.

Sam’s smile drops.

I left my pack for him,

I gave my heart to him, my fears to him,

I put myself second for him,

Everything for him.

All they had done had been to have him behind bars and now, they couldn’t even look him in the eye.

Coward, their mind hissed.

Feel the light,

Shining in the dark of night,

Their heart pounds in their ears as their cruel vampire ex regards the man who had let down his walls for them— had let them love him for who he was, even when it wasn’t pretty. “I keep these walls high so those feelings don’t get the better of me but… you climbed over them. And you’re in here. I love you, Darlin’. Deeply.”

“Is my little mouse here?” Quinn demands, leaving in as if in whisper. A vein throbs in Sam’s temple.

They knew he’d ask— knew he’d try and draw them out, to no avail.

“No matter,” he snarls, smile too wide,” I don’t need them here for the things I’m going to tell you.” He lets out a huff, fangs flashing. “My pretty little pet didn’t share the details, did they?”

Sam bites back a growl.

“You really don’t know half the shit there is to know about your darlin. Oh, now you’ve got me excited.” A pause.

“Ever notice their limp?”

With a sharp scrape, their chair goes flying back as they press closer to the glass. “He doesn’t get to do that,” they hiss, turning to the detective. He shakes his head. “We need this information out of him. We’ve got him talking… now he just has to keep talking.”

Slowly, they turn back to the creature, one they’d called “lover” so many years ago, its eyes faint with delight. “Oh, the things I’ve done. Seen the scar on their ankle?” He seems almost nostalgic, eyes cast to the ceiling in thought.

Remember what we forgot,

I know its a long shot,

“I broke them, bit by precious bit, and I liked it,” he mused. They swallow hard. “Broke that ankle five, maybe six times, until my name became a prayer.”

“You,” Sam bites out,” don’t get to pretend you’re still apart of them, that you know anythin’ about them.”

“You new bloods are all the same. Young and naive. Don’t know what you’re saying.”

In a flash, Sam has him pressed to the wall, breaths coming hard.

Quinn only huffs out another laugh. “I would’ve made an example out of them. For all the empowered and non-empowered humans dead at my hand, they’d be a living example. Say, ever heard of the blood eagle?”

There’s a silence, long enough for darlin to hear their pulse in their ears before he continues.

“The Brazen Bull then? Eaten by rats, perhaps? They will always be a pathetic fucking mutt, in my eyes. Meant to be taught a lesson—“

Without a word, the shifter slowly rises from their seat and pushes the door open, grimacing at the ache that creeps up their ankle. Sam had never asked and hadn’t wanted to push anything they weren’t willing to give, but oh how they had wished he did.

They were humiliated.

Here I go, here I go,

Their eyes burned with tears, ones that they furiously wiped away. He didn’t deserve their tears, not when he fed on their pain like a sadism demon took to brutality.

A few minutes pass, the cold wall pressed to their back as they breathe in, and out. Their heart still beat like a thousand drums in their chest and they couldn’t seem to make it slow. They glance at the door just as it opens, David’s muscled frame waiting.

Feel better now, feel better now,

He hesitates, face taut.

And then, with long strides towards them, wraps them up in his arms, head to his chest. They shudder.

“It’s okay,” he breathes. “You don’t have to go back in there, if you don’t want to. That fucker doesn’t get to take that choice from you too.”

They nod.

“Do you want Sam?” Again they nod, eyes burning.

“I’ll go get him.”

“He should be in there,” they try weakly. “Trying to save that girl.”

“I don’t care. There are other ways.”

Without a further word their friend pushes up from where he’d practically sunk down on his knees in front of them, and swings open the door. It shuts with a resounding click behind him as they slump back against the wall.

Here I go, here I go,

Feel better now, feel better now,

Their shoulders shake, chest heaving as they bite back tears. They were just messing things up— if it weren’t for them, none of this would have happened.

You’re his thrall… always will be.

And then, Sam is there, gently cradling their face in his hands and whispering soft words.

“Hey, hey— you needed me, and I’m here.”

They see the panic in his eyes, the hurt as if reflected mirror-like in front of them.

No.

They lay a gentle hand on his chest, pushing back. He doesn’t touch, only opens his palms instead.

“These hands will always be for you, darlin. Always. Never to hurt or bruise. To hold, whenever you might need it. We’re safe.”

”Oh pet, my name tastes so good on your lips… as you scream it. How’s your leg, hmm? Holding, and healing, I hope.”

They roll their ankle, over and over again, tapping along the ridge where the scar had healed.

Still here, still here.

Still here still here still here still here still—

“Darlin.”

”Nice and crooked. Shifter bones are harder to shift and clay, but this… Now you can never run away. Why would you? Such a masochistic wolf you are. And so the wolf traded their life for another. The fox and the wolf.” He smiles. “What a tragic tale. Sly fox, stupid wolf.”

“I had this horse on the farm I grew up on, way back, in Mont Blanc.” They blink, lights unbearably bright. “Athena, we called her. And me, bein’ the small stubborn boy that I was, decided that I could damn well ride her if I pleased.”

There’s a pause, the shifter tapping a finger along the bone of their left ankle as they look up at him, present now.

“I fell off a horse that day, and my mama was not impressed.” They smile, reaching a hand out to take his palm.

“I’m sorry, its just—“

“No apologizin’.” They shrug but gesture for him to continue.

“Well, Athena got up to a whole lotta trouble in my day. She loved goin’ out and never wanted to come back,” he smiles, somber. “Couldn’t really blame her.”

They take his hand in theirs, squeezing as if to say I’m here.

“We can go back,” they say suddenly, the quiet too big. He looks concerned by pulls them gently to their feet anyway, a stream of tears drying on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he rasps, voice raw. “You shouldn’t have had to live through that.”

They smile, a genuine smile, one they hadn’t felt in weeks.

From behind them Detective Clark clears his throat. The shifter and vampire both turn to him looking distraught, hands behind his back.

“Quinn lashed out. He managed to shatter the glass to the back room and has been placed again under a magical suppression. We don’t believe it’s safe for Mr. Collins to return back in there.”

He walks closer, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “You did well. Thank you both for coming, we appreciate the patience in this difficult case in finding Mr. Fox.”

An hour later, Darlin and Sam are standing on the sidewalk, breathing in the cold evening air, feeling lighter than they had ever been.

Sam throws his head up to the stars, eyes bright.

“As long as those stars burn,” he points. “And as long as I live, I will always be here for you— morning, noon and night. Whenever you need me, darlin. I love you.”

Here we go, here we go

“I love you too, cowboy.”

Feel better now, feel better now

#check the trigger warnings please #my interpretation of how the Quinn situation went #started writing it before the video released #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted quinn #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted sam

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years ago

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Meet The Addams Family | Rhett Abbott x Addams!OC Imagine

Takes place before the events of ‘Wednesday’ and after OR S1

Link to my Rhett Abbott (plus Addams!OC) Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Rhett Abbott x Persephone Addams!OC (Romantic), The Addams Family (Wednesday version)

Content Warnings: profanity, fluff, light angst, blood, mentions of torture and attempted assault, implied smut. | Female OC (she/her) | wc. 5.2k (unedited so I’m sorry for some grammar/spelling mistakes)

Premise: Months after Rhett Abbott’s first date with Persephone Addams, the time to finally meet her family has arrived. And the Addams family sure know how to throw a dinner party.

Note: Sorry for the late update on this crossover series I have. I’ve had so many ideas for TGM that I’ve focused on those, also I was catching up on S5 of Yellowstone to inspire me for my Lana Dutton!OC x Rhett Abbott series.

Rhett adjusted his shirt for the fourth time in a single minute. His expression was one of unease, causing Persephone to run a hand up his arm, “You appear in distress, my darling. What’s got you worried?”

How could he possibly tell her? The last thing Rhett wanted to do was let his girlfriend down by saying he was close to shitting his pants at the thought he was about to meet her parents for the first time.

Morticia and Gomez Addams. An odd but loving couple to the naked eye, they were hopelessly devoted to one another and their children. First meeting as teenagers at Nevermore Academy, the two traveled the world before settling down to have three children. Then they went on family adventures, moving all over the US and finally settling in the small ranch town of Wabang, Wyoming. Using their wealth they pretty much grew the town by bringing jobs in with the many businesses they created and invested in.

Rhett had never spoken a single word to the Addams, only ever seeing them from afar. Now he’s about to come face to face with their entire family. Marking their sixth month of officially seeing each other, Persephone invited Rhett for Sunday family dinner. The cowboy was hesitant, but he was serious about his feelings for Percy and had dragged the meeting long enough.

He just feared he’d make a bad impression. Percy meant a lot to Rhett. The two were already half a year into their relationship since their first coffee and dinner date. They’d traveled together to Montana, Colorado to see the Stanley hotel, and have plans to go to Vermont in the upcoming year. Love was something he never thought he’d have, but with Percy he felt it second he was breathing. He was head over heels for Percy and Rhett knew how important family was to her. They still had yet to introduce the eldest Addams to his parents…..which would likely happen in a few more weeks so he needed to prepare that. Of course his folks were aware of the relationship, they just had never met the woman.

The other day while visiting Percy in the shop, Rhett kept babbling about what to wear, what to bring, etc. “This ain’t just a regular dinner, baby,” he took the box she handed to him, placing it by the empty bookshelf she was about to fill, “This is dinner with your folks—and your siblings! Who I ain’t ever spoken to ‘fore. I wanna make a good impression, s’all.”

Percy just looked up at him with a loving look, “honey you are worrying too much. Don’t give me that look,” she pointed a finger at said look, “You could walk in wearing your chaps and beat up flannel and my parents would not pay any mind. They’ve been looking forward to meeting you for months. Just be yourself and they’ll love you—it’s how I fell in love with you.” She didn’t miss how his cheeks blushed at her words. Kissing his jaw, Percy looked him in the eyes, “My family is providing dinner and expect no welcome gift—so don’t feel pressured to bring one. Just bring your good looks and attitude—you’ll be great.”

Rhett chuckled, shaking his head before leaning down to kiss her. “I can’t with you sometimes.”

Although she told him not to bring a gift, Rhett did buy a nice bottle of red wine. He didn’t have much when it came to nice clothes, but he pulled out his button down reserved for special occasions and a good pair of slacks.

“Just nerves, darlin’,” he told her, interlacing their fingers. The radio was playing old classical music, which surprisingly helped calm his nerves a tad. “Don’t wanna disappoint ya, s’all.”

Percy leaned over to kiss his cheek, “You could never disappoint me, cowboy.” For the remainder of the drive her head laid on his shoulder, the clear surroundings of the valley disappearing as they cut through the tree line.

Deep in the woods just outside of town stood the Addams family mansion. An eerie yet beautiful sight, the home stood as high as the tallest tree with an iron gate surrounding its perimeter and personal cemetery off to the side. What made it more spooky was the home seemed to have its own personal fog despite no ocean nearby pushing it onto the land.

The iron gate opened automatically allowing Lurch to proceed into the long driveway before coming to a stop in front of the stairs. When the car door opened, Rhett exited first then extended a hand to help Percy out. His nerves were still swirling as Percy led him up the stairs. They were met with the door opening when they hit the second to last step, and Percy’s parents greeting them with excited expressions.

“Hello, hello!” Gomez extended his arms out before moving to embrace Percy. “Welcome back, my little spider.” Percy said hello before moving to her mother, meanwhile Gomez turned his attention to Rhett. “And you must be the man who’s taken my daughters heart hostage,” Gomez held a hand out, Rhett immediately accepting it with his own. Gomez’s handshake was firm but warm and friendly. “Gracias, I haven't seen my little pomegranate this happy since she mentally tortured an old professor who harassed her.”

Unsure of how to really respond, while noting to ask Percy of said story, Rhett simply smiled, “It’s a pleasure to know I’ve held her attention this long and hasn’t gotten tired of me yet.” It must've been the right answer because Gomez looked like a kid in a candy store. Rhett then added, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Addams,” he turned to Morticia who was now staring at him, “And you as well, Mrs. Addams. Percy has told me lot ‘bout you two.”

“And yet you stayed,” Morticia smirked to her daughter. “I’ve taught you well.”

“I learn from the best, mother,” Percy moves closer to Rhett, placing a hand on his arm. “Rhett, darling, this is my mother, Morticia Addams, and my father, Gomez Addams. Mother, father, this is my boyfriend, Rhett Abbott.”

“Welcome to our home, Rhett,” Morticia’s teeth were blinding white as she smiled, “We’ve been looking forward to this day since our daughter told us the news. Please, come in.” Together they follow Percy’s parents inside the grand estate with Lurch closing the doors behind them. The butler, however, returns to the car before driving off back towards town. “Our apologies, but dinner will be later than planned. Wednesday is at fencing practice and should be home within the hour. Pugsley is doing homework.”

“Oh that’s no problem, Mrs. Addams. I ain’t in no rush this evenin’. You have a beautiful home,” Rhett compliments, taking in the gorgeous staircase with a crystal chandelier draping frown from the high ceilings. The outside looked like a castle, and the inside was just as grand. “Oh and this is for you,” he hands over the bag containing the wine.

“Why thank you, Rhett,” she pulls out the bottle and grins. “This is one of my favorites. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” he shrugs with a smile. Truth be told he didn’t have a fucking clue when it came to wine. He just remembered Percy say their family only ever drinks red wine the color of blood and went with it. Then he asked his ma about the good brands and she pointed him in the right direction. In the store he literally bought the first one his eyes landed on.

It sure was a lucky guess.

Percy looked into the living room to find the playpen was empty. “Where's Mona?”

“Down for her afternoon nap, darling. I wasn’t sure if you wanted her at the table with us, but made sure she had her nap so she wouldn’t be fussy.”

Percy gave a look of thanks, “I appreciate that, mother. Thank you. I’ll go check on her,” she tugs Rhett to follow her, “and may as well give you a tour of the house, mi amor.”

“Well see you back here for dinner,” Morticia tells him, Gomez waving a hand. Rhett smiles, letting his girlfriend lead him away. She shows him the main living room, the kitchen, the exit to the backyard which in turn leads to the family cemetery.

They move up the grand staircase to the second floor. “Over here is Pusgley’s room, Wednesday's is on the other end with a bathroom in between. On the third floor is Lurch’s room as well as a room reserved for my Uncle Fester when he visits.” Traveling to the opposite side of the second floor, Percy stops in front of an onyx black colored door. “This is where I reside,” pushing it open, the room is revealed to Rhett.

Everything about it screamed Persephone. Her vintage gothic aesthetic, her artwork, her love of literary tragedies and Edgar Allen Poe. It was a huge room—twice the size of Rhetts. Ravens painted the ceiling, black sheer curtains over the canopy bed and arch window. Black bookshelves filled to the brim took up a corner of the room connecting to a long wooden desk. An easel stood in another corner where sketches had been taped on the wall beside it. The bedspread appeared to be silk sheets, no doubt of expensive taste. Rhett spotted an open door that looked to be a walk-in closet, another leading into a personal bathroom.

“Wow,” he muttered, following Percy he let his eyes take it all in. Dropping her purse on the desk, Percy headed for another door located on the right side of the bedroom. Rhett nearly missed it, head tilting in confusion as he watched Percy slowly open it to peak in.

Then her lips broke into a grin, “Look who’s up!” A baby-like giggle was the response, making Rhett form his own smile. As they entered the connecting nursery, Desdemona had pulled herself up in her crib, and waited for her mother to take her out. Now one-year-old, little Mona was becoming an explorer.

“Someone must’ve heard us come in,” Percy lifts her daughter into her arms, placing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “And could not wait to greet us.” Upon seeing Rhett, Mona wiggles with excitement in Percy’s hold.

“Hey, munchkin,” Rhett immediately takes her from Percy, lifting her high before kissing her cheek to the sound of her baby laughter. Stroking Mona’s hair, Percy leans into Rhett’s side, “I’ll never not adore how you are with her, Rhett.”

“It’s what she deserves,” He turns to her, “what you both deserve, darlin’.” Kissing Percy’s forehead, the couple move back into the room with Rhett taking claim to one side of the bed. Percy lays on the other side with Mona climbing onto Rhett’s chest.

“How are you, mi amore? I know my parents can be….something. Well all us Addams are something, but you understand what I mean.”

Rhett places Mona in the space between them for tummy time, turning to lay on his side, “I’m doin’ great, Percy. I was a little worried, but your parents are very welcomin’. I’m glad I finally got to meet ‘em.”

“Well the night isn’t over just yet,” she teases. “You still have to meet my siblings…..and survive a dinner with us.”

About an hour goes by of the two just lying in bed with Mona, tickling and playing with the babygirl while exchanging kisses and talking before they’re called down to the dining room. As they come down the stairs, Mona in Percy’s arms, Pugsley races around the corner. “Hey, sis.”

“Hello, Pugsley. How was your day?”

“Boring. My teacher gave me extra homework because in our mock trial of Macbeth I said the verdict was bullshit and my classmates would never make it as lawyers.”

“Was it bullshit?” Percy questioned with curiosity.

“The prosecution forgot to present the evidence and the jury found him guilty.”

Percy tsked, shaking her head, “I do believe that your words were true then, brother.” Motioning to her boyfriend, she introduces the two, “Pugsley, I’d like you to meet Rhett Abbott. Rhett, this is my brother, Pugsley.”

Rhett tips his hat before extending his hand, “Nice to meet you, Pugsley. I’m Rhett.”

The boy shakes his hand, nodding to his Stetson, “Are you a real cowboy? That’s so cool—can you teach me to ride a bull? I wanna see how much air I can get when I fly off—.”

“Pugsley,” Percy gently cuts him off with a chuckle. “Let us eat first and then you can ask Rhett all the questions you have.” He pouts but nods nonetheless. They follow behind him into the dining room where the rest of the family is waiting for them.

Wednesday is the only one standing, staring Rhett down as he enters. Her face is blank, hands clasped in front of her, and she’s dressed in her usually black dress and Doc Marten shoes. There’s no telling what she’s thinking, but her stare alone is enough to send chills down the cowboy’s spine.

Percy places Mona in her high chair, “How was fencing, sister?”

“Like everyday,” her voice is monotone. “The other students have trouble accepting they lack skill and talent no matter how many times I have to tell them. Pouting and throwing tantrums each time I ruin their ego. It’s a wonderful feeling.”

“Glad to hear it’s going so well,” Percy smiles, motioning for Rhett. He adjusts his collar, feeling the nerves resurface as he comes face to face with the infamous Wednesday Addams. “Wednesday, this is—.”

“Rhett Abbott, son of ranchers Royal and Cecelia Abbott. Brother to Perry Abbott and uncle to Amy Abbott, and bull riding champion,” Wednesday interrupts, causing Rhett to still. The fact she already knew who he was and who his parents were worried him. Wednesday’s expression remained emotionless, “I know who you are. When I gathered all the names of those involved in humiliating my sister ten years ago, you were the only one who didn’t repost the video nor was a part in the act itself. You’re the only one who’s not on my list of revenge because Persephone never spoke ill of you. Considering you two are in a relationship, it must mean you are all she voiced you to be, and I would never harm someone my sister cares for. Unless, of course, you hurt her,” Wednesday tilts her head, as though to challenge Rhett, “Then I will seek what is needed to get even, Rhett Abbott.”

Before Rhett could respond, Wednesday turned around to take her seat. Giving his girlfriend a look, the cowboy made a face that read, ‘She scares me,’ to which Percy only patted his shoulder with a nod. “Come on then, lover, let us eat.” As they approached their own reserved chairs, Percy leaned over, “You'll get used to it. Eventually.”

The food was bought out and served to everyone’s plate. Percy fed Mona in between her own bites while Rhett made small talk with Gomez and Morticia. “Our daughter tells us you are quite the act at the local rodeo,” Morticia cuts into a piece of meat, “What is it you do?”

“Oh uh,” Rhett wipes his mouth with a napkin before replying, “I ride bulls, ma’am. I do the circuit—tournament when it comes ‘round.”

“Fascinating,” Gomez awes, “Have you ever been trampled, dear boy?”

“Father,” Percy warns.

“Oh my apologies,” the man places a hand to his chest, “I’m just curious after all the stories we’ve heard. Not to mention we saw Mr. Patterson’s son in a wheelchair not too long ago—said he was thrown off a bull. Marvelous animals those creatures are.”

“It’s alright,” Rhett assures, bidding Percy a glance. “But yes sir, I have a. In fact, it’s how I got this scar on my shoulder,” he pats a hand over the material of his shirt where said scar laid. “Wasn’t the first time and sure won’t be the last.”

“Why you do it then?” Pugley questioned with a mouth full of food, earning a look of disapproval from Percy.

“Cause it’s one hell of an adrenaline rush—‘scuse my language. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Percy smiles, eyes full of mischief, “This table has heard worse than a few foul words.” Refilling her wine, she directed her attention to Wednesday. “Rhett’s niece, Amy, recently read The Prince by Machiavelli, sister. She had many questions I unfortunately could not answer, but I told her you were more suited in that area of expertise. She asked if you would be interested in having a discussion on it someday.”

“I am impressed to find there is someone else in this town with exquisite taste when it comes to classical literature,” Wednesday replies in her usual monotone voice. “I would be interested, however I am quite busy these days. Possibly once the school term ends I would be open to hearing her thoughts.”

Percy nods, glancing at Rhett who looks flabbergasted. “We’ll make sure she gets the message. Right, darling?” He just nods, mouth still agape and Percy pats his cheek lovingly. “How is your plan coming along, Wednesday? Any recent developments?”

The lips of the teenager curl up, giving her an almost sinister appearance. “Tex Garrison was arrested this morning after I emailed the evidence of his text messages with an underaged girl to the sheriff. Macy and Oliver Kilt were seen at the local divorce lawyer—Friday he received my folder compiled with all her bank statements from her hidden checking account and photographs with Brian Quinn—Brian’s wife also received a folder, but I have no update on them yet. I’m working on the main group as we speak. I’m hoping for it to be set in motion once they are all in town again.”

All those names were known to Rhett. Classmates from when he and Percy were in school. All of whom were involved in video recording the incident and posting it online for everyone to see.

Wednesday wasn’t joking when she said she had a list of everyone who played a part. And it wasn’t hard to piece together who the ‘main group’ was….with Maria as the mastermind.

‘Well shit,’ he thought, taking a large gulp of wine. It was going to be interesting what Wednesday had in store for them. Even with those who simply recorded and distributed the video, she not only fucking ruined their lives but exposed some sinister traits they were hiding. The news of Tex was surely going to spread like wildfire. Rhett made a disgusted face as he remembered the things Tex would say in class to his friends. It shouldn’t surprise him he was a piece of shit.

“Do let me know when the time comes,” Percy’s voice snapped him from his thoughts. Turning, Rhett recognized the look in her eyes. It was one of bloodlust.

He’d only seen it once, but it sure sent chills down his body whenever he thought of the memory. Two months prior they were at the rodeo and Percy was waiting for Rhett just off to the side where he would exit so they could head home for the night. Buckle bunnies would try to flirt but Rhett paid them no mind as he made his way to Percy. From where he was he could see her, dressed in denim and leather and giving him a look he knew all too well. When they made eye contact she winked, causing Rhett to quicken his pace, but before he could reach her a buddy of his cut in front to have a quick chat.

Neither saw the man approach Percy from behind with a predatory gaze. Something sharp was in his hand, a wicked grin on his face when Percy didn’t even flinch when his free hand came up to cover her mouth with the knife against her throat.

“Make a sound and I’ll cut you right here,” he whispered in her ear, unaware she was rolling her eyes. Thinking he had the upper hand he adds, “Now you’re gonna walk backward with me and turn around when I say—OW FUCK!!” Simultaneously Percy bit his hand and stomped his foot while her hand came up beneath the blade to pull his arm away. The sound alerted Rhett, his buddy, and another rider—all three snapping their gaze to witness Percy throw her head back against the man and flip him onto his back, taking his own knife in her hands to hold against his neck.

“Not so lucky now, huh?” She hissed, eyes blaring with fury that had the man nearly shit his pants. This was not the outcome he was expecting when he set his eyes on the pretty lady standing alone.

“Percy!” Rhett shouted, racing to his girlfriend who was seconds away from committing murder. He could see the knife in her hands and how close it was to the drifter's skin. One move and she would surely send him to meet his maker.

Others followed after him, one lady who was a barrel racer on the phone with 9-1-1, but Percy spoke for only the man to hear, “You were hoping to spill some blood tonight?” The question was rhetoric. It wasn’t her first rodeo dealing with scum. And this man was on a mission. If it hadn’t been her, it would’ve been another poor girl.

The drifter paled, pleading with her to take the knife away. How ironic……“I’m s-sorry! I-I—!”

“Blood will spill,” she smiled menacingly, onyx eyes staring into his soul. It was like looking the devil in the eyes, “But it’s going to be yours.” Then without hesitation, Percy brought the knife to his cheek and sliced it. Red liquid poured from the wound causing him to howl in pain. “Sleep with one eye open tonight.”

Rhett ran up to grab her while the other guys pinned the drifter down. “Baby,” he checked her for wounds, out of breath from running so fast. When he cupped her face to look at him, Rhett felt chills up his spine.

Her eyes were so dark he could hardly make out the pupils, and her face was void of emotion. Nothing but bloodlust was present.

It almost scared him to see her like that. Percy was normally warm in nature when it came to him. He’d never seen her so cold. How she appeared was likely how she was when she took revenge on Maria. It was a chilling scene.

But Rhett was more infuriated with the man getting handcuffed by the on duty officer at the rodeo who was waiting for backup. A nasty cut, courtesy of Percy, was on his face. It was so deep he was going to need stitches.

“You fuckin’ piece of shit,” Rhett went to approach but was held back by a few riders. “Think you can just threaten my woman like that? Ya lucky it’s only ya face that got sliced,” he pointed a finger at the bastard, “Knowing what you probably had planned I should’ve just let her finish you off. Lord knows she can and would have.” Rhett paused to spit on the drifter, “Bet you didn’t fuckin’ expect that, huh? Serves you right for tryin’ to do harm to a lady.”

The drifter was hauled into the back of a police car, Rhett going to Percy to take her in his arms. She wasn’t shaking or anything which concerned Rhett. Surely after being attacked she would be shaken to her core.

“I’m fine, darling,” It was like she could read his mind. “I’m right here. Nothing happened to me.”

His lips pressed against her head, “But somethin’ could’ve happened. That drifter tried to hurt you, Percy. I don’t care if it’s over with, that still scared the fuck outta me. I was right there and didn’t see the bastard walkin’ up to you.”

“I have good reflexes, Rhett Abbott,” she lightly teased, “I knew he was behind me. His smell was too overpowering.”

Tilting her jaw up, Rhett took a sharp breath. Though her smirk was teasing, her eyes told a different story. Glancing to the officer walking up to them, probably needing to take Percy’s statement, Rhett leaned in to whisper, “What’re you thinking right now?”

Percy remained collected, “Do you know what plausible deniability is?”

“I know it means to be willfully ignorant because you don’t know the actual details of something which can keep you from gettin’ in trouble.” Catching the shift in her expression Rhett adds, “Why?”

“Do you trust me?”

The officer was about fifteen steps away, but Percy kept her eyes on him, waiting for his answer. Rhett moved his lips to kiss the top of her cheekbone, “with my life.”

He didn’t know what she was cooking up for that drifter, but Rhett wanted nothing but for him to experience hell for what he tried to do. Percy smiled, though nothing about it was warm, “I’ve got it handled, darling. Don’t you worry.”

The next morning while Rhett was fixing to head to the barn he was stopped by Sheriff Joy, who looked at him with slight suspicion. “That drifter who attacked Persephone Addams last night was rushed to the hospital this morning.”

“What for?” He asked nonchalantly, shrugging his jacket on.

Joy leaned against the side of her vehicle. “Torture wounds. Pieces of his skin were flayed off, cigarette burns to his face, and it looked like he was bit by several venomous spiders. Black widows to be exact.” Rhett remained stoic, though part of him wished he could smirk.

Persephone Addams strikes again.

“I hear you and Addams are rather close.”

Rhett raised a brow, “yeah. And?” The whole damn town knew they were together.

“Would you mind telling me where you two went after last night’s incident?” Joy looked around to see if she could spot the Addams family car. “You two were seen leaving together.”

“What’s this gotta to do with what happened to that drifter, Sheriff?” Rhett saw her faultetr at his bluntness, but he wasn’t gonna let her come accusing them of something she had no proof of.

And he knew she didn’t have proof. Percy made sure of that.

Joy hesitated then said, “our security system was hacked into around three in the morning. None of our officers' key cards were used to get into the cell the drifter was held in and our night shift guard was rendered unconscious with chloroform. The system got back up at five just before the shift change. The guy claims he didn’t see who was torturing him—they blindfolded, bound, and gagged him before he could even react. Know anything—or someone who is capable of doing something like that?”

“Obviously not, sheriff,” Rhett scoffed, looking dead in her eyes. “Don’t really associate myself with those types of people. You know?”

“Look, Rhett,” Joy raised a hand, “I’m not trying to accuse you two of anything—.”

“Well it sure sounds like it.”

She made a face at the interruption, “but this drifter pulled a knife on your girl—who proceeded to give him a nasty cut when she shockingly managed to overpower him—.”

“She’s overpowered me plenty of times,” Rhett commented, biting back a smirk. “My baby knows a thing or two about self defense. Maybe she can teach your deputies a thing or two—.”

“My point,” she snaps with a glare, “is I know Persephone Addams has a thing for black widows and there’s rumors she’s done plenty to people who’ve wronged her. The drifter needed stitches with how deep she cut into him and I know all about what happened with Maria Olivares ten years ago.”

“Those charges were dropped, Joy,” Rhett interrupts, tone rising with anger. “It ain’t fair for you to be using that against Percy when you damn well know what Maria and the others did. And why the fuck are you faulting her for cuttin’ that drifter when he was fixin’ to kidnap her! If she hadn’t fought back who knows what the fuck could’ve happened or what if he chose some other poor girl as his target. A blind man could see what he was plannin’ to do,” Rhett shakes his head, “You’d be dealin’ with a whole different situation, Joy.”

That had her speechless, the officer bringing a hand up to caress her jaw. Rhett had a point and she knew it. But still, as much as she agreed with him and didn’t blame Percy for cutting the man last night, she was still an officer of the law. The drifter was tortured under their custody and they have no idea who did it. She had a job to do. “Rhett, I promise you nothing will come to Percy in regards to what happened at the rodeo. She was in the right and it was self defense, and the bastard is going to prison. But I just need to know where you two were after you left so I can clear you both.”

Rhett took a deep breath remaining silent. Then before she could ask what the fuck he was thinking Rhett removed his hat, jacket and began untucking his shirt. “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Showin’ you what we were up to last night when we got back,” the shirt was removed and Rhett turn to display the array of scratch marks on his back. The ones his lady were responsible for after they spent hours in bed. There were also some on his chest from when she was on top at times.

“Jesus Christ,” Joy looked away after getting a good look. “Why are you showing me that?”

Rhett shrugged, pulling the shirt back on. “Thought it was better than to say, ‘I fucked her on every surface until the sun rose and her voice was gone from how much she screamed,’. Or would that have been better for you, Sheriff?”

At that moment Joy received a text from her deputy saying Percy’s cell phone pinged at the tower closest to the Abbott ranch all night and there were no fingerprints left behind at the station that matched hers.

The deputy also relayed that when he stopped by the antique store for her alibi, that Percy showed him the various love bites courtesy of Rhett and that her voice was in fact hoarse that she could barely say words.

Yeah Joy didn’t have much to go with after that. She took her leave very quickly, but there was something about the whole situation that still left an odd feeling in her stomach. But unfortunately for her, there was no physical or even circumstantial evidence besides suspicion that would help her case.

One point, Persephone Addams.

Rhett hoped he’d never see that look of bloodlust in Percy’s eyes again, but knew if he did it was because the person her mind was set on deserved it. Seeing it at the dinner table of her family home proved that. Wednesday was planning something for Maria and the ones who played a key role in humiliating Persephone, something they sure would not be ready for.

Just like that drifter was not ready for what laid in store for him when he targeted the oldest Addams.

A coin is flipped when one meets a member of the Addams family. All they can do is pray it lands on the right side.

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Addams!OC taglist: @endofdays56

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kurtsascot · 1 year ago

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hi!!! thanks @special-bc-ur-part-of-it for the tag- im just getting around to this ;;

i keep going back and forth about whether or not to post about this wip because its entirely self indulgent, but, like, why not?

so….im writing a klaine!clueless au :,) klueless, if you will

except, well, not really, because kurt is nothing like cher, and certain plot points in the movie dont resonate with me. so, i’ve taken some liberties, and its more loosely inspired by the movie than a beat-for-beat rehashing, but….i’m having fun !!

working title is ‘ugh, as if!’

“Don’t you look happy.”

Kurt turns to face the source of the voice and groans.

Blaine. Blaine’s there because the universe is apparently testing Kurt today. To make matters impressively worse, Blaine’s leaning his back on the kitchen counter, biting into Kurt’s last apple. “I was going to eat that,” Kurt says as he opens the fridge and tries to find something else to eat. His dad or Finn needs to go to the store today; options are few and far between, and what’s available looks bleak.

Blaine comes over, hovering on the other side of the fridge door. “That’s quite the outfit.”

Kurt’s eyes flick down to what he’s wearing- a canary plaid cropped suit jacket and matching pants, a yellow vest, and a white button up with an appropriately yellow neckerchief to tie it all together- “It’s designer,” Kurt says with an eye roll. “Dolce and Gabbana.”

Blaine lets out a hum and takes another bite, apple juice offensively dripping to his chin. “Sounds fancy,” Blaine says with his mouth full, all unbothered and irritating.

Kurt, grossed out, turns his nose up. “Being able to appreciate my outfits is unfortunately above your-“ Kurt has his eyes pointedly rake over Blaine, from his worn converse to distressed jeans and up to frumpy flannel and graphic tee, layered under an Ohio State zip-up hoodie, “-intelligence.”

Blaine’s smiling, loving Kurt’s dissatisfaction a bit too much. “Hey-I’m the one in college here,” he quips. Another bite, and, around another mouthful, tapping his temple, “I think that shows that I have something going for me up here.”

“Weird. Your college looks a lot like my kitchen.” Kurt pulls a yogurt out of the fridge and closes the door. He turns to fish around for a spoon in the neighboring drawer, and tersely asks, “Don’t you have class anyway? Why are you here?”

does this interest anyone else ??? or is imagining blaine as paul rudd just a niche fantasy….. LOL

#wip wednesday #tagged things #my fics #i was going to keep this a surprise but #i am really awful at keeping secrets #ugh as if!#klaine fanfiction #klueless

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grannyandgrandpascreations · 1 month ago

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God, Grant Me The Serenity Distressed Bleach Vintage Flannel Shirt

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effystonem-style · 2 years ago

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what do you think effy would pair with over-the-knee boots? love ur blog btw!!

thank you so much, that means a lot! i came up with two kinds of outfits effy would wear over-the-knee boots with.

this first outfit is what effy would wear on a casual day. i chose some black cool looking lace up boots as an example. but i think any boots would look good with this outfit. with that, she would wear a comfortable plaid flannel and would obviously throw on her famous leather jacket. add some long necklaces and thigh high socks, and you’re good to go!

the next outfit is effy’s going out look. this is kind of inspired by her outfit in episode seven of season two, where she goes to a rave with tony and panda. i love the idea of wearing a distressed cover up over a dress with some jewelry on top. i thought of a waist chain and some gold stacked necklaces. again, throw on some thigh high socks and you’ve got the look.

and to get the full ‘party effy’ look: tease your hair (https://youtu.be/6iKxdvWTZwg this tutorial helped me a lot throughout the process of learning how to tease my own hair because in my opinion - it’s quite hard), recreate her eye look and just be confident. hope this helped!!

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gryfflepuffinthetardis · 1 year ago

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Supernova Bio

Real Name: (Various translations) Methuselah, Earendel

More Legendary Translations (Though she doesn’t really go by them): Artemis, Athena, Cassiopeia, Eris, Nyx, Psykhe, Andromeda, Ceto, Asteria, Melinoe, Persephone, Hestia, Nemesis, Mnemosyne, Cilo, Hebe, Circe, Thanatos, Soteria, Hecate Kaun Yin (etc.)

Chosen Name: Supernova

Nickname(s): Nova

Titles (at the time of her death): Queen of Elder, Elder Queen, Supernova Queen

Former Titles: Princess of Elder, Elder Princess, Supernova Princess

Age: Nearly Thirteen Billion

Quote: “I’ve found that if people think I’m less than I actually am, the more satisfying it is for me, and more shocking it is for them, when I prove them wrong.”

“I am not your little princess. There’s a reason I was the inspiration for so many feared Goddesses."

Human Appearance: Curly Red/Blonde Hair, Purple eyes, Five Foot Three.

Natural Appearance: Curly Multi-colored Hair, Purple Eyes, Five Foot Three

Species: Elder (Neighbor planet of Gallifrey)

Status: Suppressed but Alive

Cause of Supposed Death: Shot by Dalek after trying to save the Doctor’s life

Powers/Abilities: Empathy, Mild Telepathy, Reincarnation, Aura-Seeing, Mind Palace, Light Manipulation, Heat Manipulation, Optional Semi-Immortality, Levitation, Memory Transfer, Gravity Manipulation,

Oddities: Silver Tears; when Elders die, their bodies glow and cause a violent seeming although ultimately harmless explosion outward; Legend says that some are capable of reincarnating as new Elders or other alien species if their gods view them worthy enough, only one has been proven worthy enough.

Relations:

Kassandra (Mother, Deceased)

Castiel (Father, Deceased)

Narcissus (Husband via Arranged Marriage, Deceased)

Personality: Loyal to a fault; Kind; Compassionate; Fierce; Protective; Intelligent; Scary when angry; Geeky; Witty; Sarcastic; Tomboy; Just; Selfless; Shy, Hufflepuff, Brave, Curious, Soft, Insecure, Secret Badass, Observant, Strong, Fighter, Trusting, Loving, Violent, Impulsive, Scatterbrained, Pessimistic, Eccedentiast (Hides her pain with smiles), Cold Anger, Hyperactive, Insensitive, Masks her feelings, Perceptive, Paradoxical

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Hogwarts Hybrid: Gryfflepuff (Hufflepuff/Gryffindor)

Fears:

Claustrophobia — Fear of small, enclosed spaces — As a princess she grew to resent enclosed spaces as she often felt trapped.

Likes: Freedom, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Reading, Helping, The color purple, Traveling with the Doctor, Halloween, Kindness, Mischief, The Doctor, Violence, Proving people wrong

Dislikes: Being Bored, Feeling Trapped, Most People, Wearing dresses, Looking girly, Being called girly, The color pink, Valentine's Day, Conformity, Being forced to conform to royal forms

Tendencies: To go on philosophical tangents, to help those who feel distressed, to become violently protective; Tranquil Fury

Skills/Abilities: Sword Fighting, Acting, Sherlock Scan (Look on tvtropes.org), Intellect, Weapon Proficiency, Fighting, Martial Arts, Hacking, Omnilingual, Ability to use a Mind Palace (Like in Sherlock.)

Possible Disorder(s): ADHD, Directional Dyslexia

Sexuality: Heteroflexible Demisexual

Wardrobe: Flannel; Plaid; Leather Jackets; Beanies; Graphic tees; High tops; Boots; Trench Coats

Accessories: 3D Glow-In-The-Dark Galaxy Ball Pendant (Chameleon Arch), Alien Sword that Changes Its Blade As Per Wielder’s Mental Command

Friends: Ozzie Clarus (First love/Ex; Deceased), The Doctor, The Master (Presumed Deceased), Sarah Jane Smith, (Various other companions of the Doctor)

Enemies: Daleks, Cybermen, Narcissus

Love Interests:

Ozzie Clarus (First Love/Ex; Deceased)

The Doctor (Crush)

The Master (One-Sided Crush on his side; Presumed Deceased)

Narcissus (Husband by Arranged Marriage; Deceased)

Face Claim(s):

Malina Weissman (Violet Baudelaire)

Katherine Langford (Hannah Baker/Morgan Stark/Nimue/Leah Burke/Meg Thrombey)

#The Eccedentiast #Lillie Tyler #Supernova #2005 Bio #Violet Baudelaire #Katherine Langford #Doctor Who #Tenth Doctor #Ninth Doctor #Castiel #Sarcastiel #Greek Goddesses #Phoebe Halliwell #Misha Collins #Alyssa Milano

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noobrandusa · 9 days ago

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Teen Fashion Alert: The Hottest T-Shirt for Teenager Boy Trends

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5. Minimalist Tees: Simple Yet Stylish

While bold designs are popular, there’s also a growing trend for minimalist t-shirts. These tees focus on simple, clean lines and subtle designs, making them perfect for teens who prefer a more understated look. A minimalist t-shirt can easily be dressed up or down, making it a versatile addition to any teen’s wardrobe.

Style Tip: Wear a plain white or black minimalist tee with tailored shorts or chinos for a polished, casual look. It’s a great choice for more formal settings or when your teen wants a sleek appearance.

6. Tie-Dye T-Shirts: Fun and Playful

Tie-dye is making a major comeback, bringing a burst of color and playfulness to teenage fashion. Tie-dye t-shirts are fun, unique, and perfect for teens who love a DIY-inspired, boho-chic style. Each piece has a one-of-a-kind pattern, making it an instant hit for those who want something different.

Style Tip: Keep the look casual with denim shorts and flip-flops for a summer vibe. These t-shirts are great for outdoor activities and give off a relaxed, carefree feel.

7. Custom T-Shirts: Make It Personal

Sometimes, a teen wants something truly unique. That’s where custom t-shirts come in! At Noo-Brand, we offer easy customization options, allowing teenagers to create their own designs. Whether it’s a favorite quote, a cool graphic, or a personal logo, a custom t-shirt lets them wear their creativity on their sleeve.

Style Tip: Custom t-shirts are perfect for special events, group outings, or just making a personal fashion statement. They pair well with any casual bottom, from jeans to joggers.

Why Choose Noo-Brand for Teen T-Shirts?

At Noo-Brand, we know what teenage boys are looking for in a t-shirt. Here’s why we’re the best choice for your teen’s next wardrobe upgrade:

Wide Selection: From trendy graphic tees to classic basics, we have a variety of styles to fit every personality.

High-Quality Fabrics: We use only the best materials, ensuring our t-shirts are soft, durable, and comfortable to wear all day.

Affordable Prices: Fashion shouldn’t break the bank. Our t-shirts offer great value without compromising on quality.

Easy Online Shopping: Skip the hassle of searching for a t-shirt shop near you. Shop online at Noo-Brand and get your favorite styles delivered right to your doorstep.

Final Thoughts

The t-shirt is a staple in every teenage boy’s wardrobe, and this season’s trends offer plenty of exciting options to choose from. Whether your teen prefers bold graphics, relaxed fits, or minimalist designs, there’s a perfect t-shirt waiting for them at Noo-Brand Encourage your teen to try out different styles and discover what makes them feel confident and stylish.

Ready to upgrade your teen’s wardrobe? Head over to Noo-Brand now and explore our latest collection of t-shirts for teenage boys. With fresh styles added regularly, there’s always something new to check out. Don’t wait – find the perfect t-shirt today and let your teen’s fashion game level up!

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nonsensetee · 19 days ago

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The Ultimate Expression of Anime Culture: Goku Revenge Oversized T-Shirt by NonSense Tee

Anime and streetwear are merging in bold, exciting ways. Anime-inspired clothing was once relegated to niche fandoms, but today, it’s everywhere—representing culture, personality, and even identity. The Goku Revenge Oversized T-Shirt by NonSense Tee epitomizes this evolution, blending the comfort of oversized streetwear with the nostalgia of Dragon Ball Z. This iconic tee is a fashion statement and a nod to Goku's resilience and growth, making it a must-have for anime lovers and streetwear enthusiasts alike.

The Rise of Anime in Fashion

Anime has become a global phenomenon. What was once popular primarily in Japan is now mainstream worldwide, influencing everything from pop culture to high fashion. Streetwear, with its edgy, often statement-heavy pieces, is a natural home for anime-inspired fashion. The oversized Goku Revenge T-Shirt falls squarely into this trend, appealing to fans of anime, fashion, and casual wear alike. Anime-inspired fashion lets wearers proudly show off their fandom in day-to-day life, connecting with others who share their interests and adding meaning to their style choices.

Why Goku? The Cultural Significance of a Global Icon

In Dragon Ball Z, Goku is the heart of the story. Known for his unyielding dedication, endless positivity, and unmatched power, he has resonated with generations of fans. His journey from humble beginnings to becoming a near-invincible warrior reflects a universal narrative of growth and resilience. Goku’s battles aren’t only physical; they’re symbolic of internal struggles and the relentless pursuit of self-betterment. The "Revenge" theme in the T-shirt’s design captures the iconic Frieza Saga, one of the show’s most intense storylines, where Goku embodies the essence of fighting for justice, perseverance, and the drive to protect those he loves.

Wearing the Goku Revenge T-shirt is not only about fandom but also about adopting these values and carrying them forward. It speaks to a mindset that celebrates strength and resilience, making the tee an inspirational piece that goes beyond just a graphic print.

Design and Quality: More than Just a Graphic T-Shirt

The Goku Revenge T-shirt’s design stands out, not just for its striking visuals but also for its blend of comfort and quality. The shirt’s oversized fit aligns with current trends in streetwear, where looser, relaxed silhouettes dominate the scene. The bold design showcases Goku with intensity, capturing his character at one of his most iconic moments, adding depth to the shirt’s aesthetic appeal.

The shirt is available in versatile colors like black and white, making it easy to pair with other wardrobe staples. High-quality cotton ensures that the shirt is soft, breathable, and durable. Unlike many other graphic tees, the Goku Revenge shirt is crafted to withstand regular wear and washing, maintaining its shape and vibrancy over time. This combination of thoughtful design and high-quality materials elevates the shirt from a simple piece of fan merchandise to a long-lasting addition to any wardrobe.

Styling the Goku Revenge Oversized T-Shirt: From Casual to Edgy

One of the best aspects of oversized tees is their versatility. Here’s how fans can integrate the Goku Revenge T-shirt into various looks:

Casual Streetwear: Pair it with distressed jeans or joggers and statement sneakers for a laid-back, stylish look.

Layered Look: Worn under an open flannel or denim jacket, the Goku Revenge shirt creates a layered outfit with texture and depth, keeping the graphic as the focal point.

Athleisure Style: Combine the tee with biker shorts or track pants for an athletic vibe, perfect for casual hangouts or a laid-back day out.

Minimal Monochrome: For a modern, monochrome aesthetic, wear the black or white tee with matching pants and shoes, creating a chic, understated look that lets the graphic speak for itself.

Accessorize: Adding elements like caps, chunky sneakers, or a casual jacket can bring more personality to the look, turning a simple outfit into a statement.

The Rise of Anime in Pop Culture and Its Influence on Fashion

Anime has impacted pop culture in a big way, with characters like Goku, Naruto, and Luffy becoming as iconic as Western superheroes. Goku, in particular, holds a place in fans’ hearts for his constant drive for self-improvement and his willingness to protect others. Dragon Ball Z has been a foundational series for many fans, inspiring people with its story of courage and determination. The Frieza Saga, from which the "Revenge" concept draws, is one of the show’s most memorable arcs and represents Goku’s transformation into a hero willing to fight for justice against insurmountable odds.

This popularity has naturally bled into fashion, with fans wearing anime-inspired clothing as a way to celebrate their favorite stories and characters. The Goku Revenge T-shirt allows fans to embody these qualities and carry a piece of anime culture with them. It’s more than just clothing; it’s an expression of identity and values that resonate with a worldwide community of fans.

Why Oversized? The Appeal of Relaxed, Streetwear-Inspired Fits

Oversized fits have taken the fashion world by storm, especially in streetwear. The style offers more than just comfort—it’s a nod to a casual, relaxed lifestyle that resonates with fans across age groups. The Goku Revenge T-shirt’s loose fit provides an ideal canvas for the powerful graphic, making it a bold piece that demands attention. Unlike fitted shirts, the oversized design allows wearers to style it in multiple ways, creating a look that’s casual yet striking.

Beyond the aesthetic, oversized tees often come with a sense of freedom and confidence, allowing fans to stand out without sacrificing comfort. The Goku Revenge T-shirt capitalizes on this trend, giving anime fans a stylish way to express their love for the character and series while remaining fashion-forward.

A Universal Symbol of Strength and Growth

Goku’s character speaks to a universal audience. His constant self-improvement and resilience resonate deeply, especially for those who relate to overcoming challenges in their own lives. Wearing the Goku Revenge T-shirt is a way of symbolizing that spirit, reminding fans of Goku’s journey and encouraging them to strive for their own personal goals. This shirt is more than just apparel—it’s a wearable philosophy, embodying strength, determination, and the power of self-belief.

Who’s the Goku Revenge T-Shirt For?

While clearly designed for Dragon Ball Z fans, the Goku Revenge T-shirt has broad appeal. Its oversized fit and iconic design make it attractive to streetwear enthusiasts, anime newcomers, and anyone who values stylish, comfortable clothing. The shirt also appeals to those who may not be anime fans but appreciate a well-designed graphic tee with a deeper story.

Whether you’re an anime veteran or just someone looking for a standout piece, the Goku Revenge T-shirt offers something unique and meaningful.

Where to Find the Goku Revenge T-Shirt

The Goku Revenge Oversized T-Shirt is exclusively available at NonSense Tee’s website, known for producing high-quality anime-inspired apparel. NonSense Tee has quickly become a favorite for fans who want stylish, comfortable pieces that celebrate their love for anime in a fresh, fashion-forward way.

The brand’s commitment to quality and design makes it a go-to for anime fans looking to add unique pieces to their wardrobe that don’t compromise on style or substance. For those looking to make a statement, celebrate a favorite character, or add a versatile and meaningful item to their collection, the Goku Revenge T-shirt is a perfect choice.

Final Thoughts: Anime Fashion as an Expression of Identity

The Goku Revenge T-shirt is more than just a piece of clothing—it’s a testament to the power of anime to transcend generations and cultures. As anime continues to influence fashion, pieces like this shirt allow fans to wear their passions and values proudly. The Goku Revenge T-shirt is a celebration of Goku’s journey, one that fans around the world recognize and relate to. By blending streetwear with the essence of Dragon Ball Z, NonSense Tee has created a unique garment that represents not only anime culture but also the ideals it champions.

Whether you’re a dedicated anime fan, a streetwear enthusiast, or someone who simply appreciates powerful design, the Goku Revenge Oversized T-shirt is a statement piece that offers style, meaning, and a connection to a beloved character.

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The Influence of Celebrity Leather Jackets in the 80s and 90s

The leather jacket has long been associated with rebellion, style, and iconic pop culture moments. Throughout the 80s and 90s, celebrities popularized leather jackets, transforming them from functional outerwear into fashion statements. This era was pivotal in defining the leather jacket's place in fashion history, influencing trends that are still relevant today. Let’s dive into how these decades shaped the celebrity leather jacket phenomenon and its enduring impact.

1. The Rise of Leather Jackets in the 80s: A Symbol of Rebellion and Rock 'n' Roll

The 80s marked a significant turning point for leather jackets in pop culture, as they became synonymous with the rebellious spirit of rock 'n' roll and punk movements.

Rock Icons and the Leather Look: Musicians like Michael Jackson, Freddie Mercury, and Joan Jett embraced leather jackets as part of their stage personas, often choosing styles with bold colors, studs, and unique cuts. Jackson's iconic red leather jacket from the "Thriller" music video remains one of the most recognizable leather pieces to date.

Movie Stars Who Defined Cool: In movies, leather jackets were worn by characters who epitomized coolness and defiance. Tom Cruise's bomber jacket in Top Gun and Mel Gibson's rugged look in Mad Max helped solidify the leather jacket's role in cinema as a symbol of toughness and adventure.

Key 80s Leather Jacket Trends

Studded and Embellished Jackets: Celebrities popularized leather jackets adorned with studs, patches, and other embellishments, giving a punk-inspired edge to their looks.

Bold Colors: While black was a staple, the 80s saw an emergence of bright colors like red, blue, and even metallic finishes, often worn by pop stars and fashion icons.

Top Guru Jackets Recommendation: The "Retro Studded Leather Jacket" replicates the studded and bold designs from the 80s, offering a nostalgic yet stylish piece for modern wear.

2. The 90s: From Grunge to Street Style

The 90s brought a shift in fashion, with leather jackets continuing to be a must-have item, but now with a more relaxed, streetwear-inspired vibe.

The Grunge Influence: Bands like Nirvana and Pearl Jam brought grunge style into the mainstream, which included distressed leather jackets paired with ripped jeans and flannel shirts. The trend was less about polished looks and more about authenticity and a laid-back attitude.

Hip-Hop and Urban Style: In the 90s, hip-hop artists like Tupac Shakur and Notorious B.I.G. embraced leather jackets as part of their streetwear look. This often meant oversized jackets, bomber styles, and those with logos or slogans that made a bold statement.

The Rise of Supermodels: Supermodels like Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell helped popularize leather jackets in a high-fashion context. They often paired sleek leather jackets with minimalistic outfits, setting a new standard for effortless style.

Key 90s Leather Jacket Trends

Oversized and Boxy Fits: The 90s saw a departure from the fitted leather jackets of the 80s, with oversized, boxy silhouettes becoming popular.

Distressed and Worn Leather: Embracing the "lived-in" look, distressed leather jackets became a fashion staple, often adding a vintage vibe to an outfit.

Top Guru Jackets Recommendation: The "Distressed Vintage Leather Jacket" embodies the 90s aesthetic, combining a relaxed fit with worn-in leather for an authentic throwback style.

3. Iconic Celebrity Leather Jacket Moments

Michael Jackson’s "Thriller" Jacket

The red leather jacket with black accents worn by Michael Jackson in his "Thriller" music video became a cultural phenomenon. Its bold design and edgy style made it one of the most famous leather jackets in history.

Tom Cruise in Top Gun

The bomber jacket worn by Tom Cruise as Maverick in Top Gun became a symbol of rugged masculinity. With patches, a shearling collar, and a fitted design, it set the standard for aviator-style leather jackets.

Kate Moss's Effortless Street Style

Kate Moss made leather jackets a go-to piece for off-duty models in the 90s. Her ability to pair them with everything from dresses to jeans showed the versatility of leather jackets.

Madonna's Punk Influence

Madonna was known for her bold fashion choices in the 80s, and leather jackets were often part of her look. From studded jackets to moto styles, she helped popularize leather as a statement piece in women's fashion.

4. How 80s and 90s Leather Jacket Trends Are Shaping Modern Fashion

The leather jacket styles that emerged in the 80s and 90s continue to influence today's fashion trends. Designers and celebrities are constantly reinterpreting these classic styles for the modern era, incorporating elements like:

Vintage Cuts: Today's leather jackets often feature throwback designs such as cropped styles or aviator-inspired cuts.

Modern Embellishments: While studs and patches remain popular, new designs may include embroidered details, laser-cut patterns, or unique textures.

Sustainability Focus: With a rise in sustainable fashion, vintage and second-hand leather jackets have gained popularity, allowing wearers to embrace the aesthetics of the past while supporting eco-friendly practices.

5. How to Style a Leather Jacket with an 80s or 90s Twist

To channel the spirit of these decades while keeping your look fresh, try these styling tips:

Mix with Modern Pieces: Pair a vintage-style leather jacket with contemporary jeans, sneakers, or a dress for a balanced look.

Layer for an Authentic 90s Feel: Wear an oversized leather jacket over a hoodie or a flannel shirt for a grunge-inspired outfit.

Go Bold with Accessories: Add statement sunglasses, a retro hat, or chunky boots to complete the look.

Top Guru Jackets: Where to Find 80s and 90s Inspired Leather Jackets

For those looking to add a touch of 80s and 90s nostalgia to their wardrobe, Top Guru Jackets offers a range of leather jackets that pay homage to these iconic decades. Whether you’re searching for a studded moto jacket or a distressed bomber, there’s something for everyone.

Shop at Top Guru Jackets: Find authentic and vintage-inspired leather jackets that embody the spirit of the 80s and 90s at Top Guru Jackets.

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