#Parachute Pants Outfit

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Parachute Pants Outfit

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[juststarlo]

I will die on the hill that that dress they kept putting femshep in for the citadel dlc was Fugly and terrible and it needs to be thrown out the airlock while a more fashion-savvy member of the Normandy takes shepard to find a fancy dress/outfit that doesn’t suck

[twinsforfashion]

Júlia

Esta es, sin duda, una de mis combinaciones fetiche: Top extra ajustado, pantalón muy ancho o con volumen y zapato de tacón. A win. No tengo un estilo mega definido pero sí tengo ciertas manías con las siluetas, y esta es una de las que más uso en mi día a día. Hoy toca hacer especial mención a mi fabuloso bañador de Goi; lo he usado todo el verano como un body, combinándolo con todos mis pararachute/palazzo de lino. Debo confesar que este día tuve la maravillosa idea de ir al buffet de sushi justo antes de hacer fotos y, evidentemente, cuando me di cuenta me empezó a dar un miedito descargarlas… Por suerte mi super body no me falló, cuando llevas una prenda que adoras siempre te hace sentir tan tan cool que te empodera- lástima mi cara de “me quiero morir… porqué soy tan glotona…” jiji

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This is, without a doubt, one of my fetish combinations: Extra tight top, very wide or voluminous pants and high-heeled shoes. A win. I don't have a defined style but I do have certain quirks with silhouettes, and this is the one I use the most in my day to day life. Today it's time to make special mention to my fabulous Goi swimsuit; I've worn it all summer as a bodysuit, combining it with all my pararachute and linen palazzos. I must confess that this day I had the wonderful idea of going to the sushi buffet just before taking photos and, obviously, when I realized it I started to get a little scared about downloading them… Luckily my super bodysuit didn't let me down, when you're wearing a garment that you adore it always makes you feel so cool that it empowers you - shame about my “I want to die/ why am I so gluttonous…” face hehe.

Goi swimsuit, Bershka parachute pants, Mango purse & MariaMare shoes.

+ Shoot by @cuconecucone.

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to the Fashion of 1940s

The 1940s was a time for great change in the world and in fashion. Marked by rationing and shortage of fabrics, the silhouette and availability of different cuts was limited so the women of the era turned to more fitted, shorter cuts.

Undergarments

The undergarments of the era were not as restrictive or complicated in WW2 as they were pre-WW1, but there were a lot of moving parts to the set-up.

Bra/Brassiere: Bras got shorter in the 1940s due to the rationing of fabric. They look much like they do today, made of light coloured fabrics and hooked with metal eyelets.

Panties/Knickers: The underwear. Elasticated underwear was around and actually exempt from rationing.

Girdle: The girdle rests on the lower torso, past the hips and were used for shaping as well as support.

Garters: Were worn at the top of the stocking just above the knee to hold the stocking in place.

Garter Belt: Was a belt worn around the waist and used to hold up the stockings and garters thanks to fastenings.

Slip: A slip is a light loose dress that is worn under another dress. It is long or short depending on the size of the dress you're wearing over it. The slip has slim straps and was usually plain though lace and embroidery were no uncommon. Most younger women favoured the half slip which was like another skirt.

Stockings: Stockings were worn over the lower legs, clipped and held in place by the garters. If your lady is lucky enough to have a friend on the black market, she might be lucky enough to have proper nylon tights. But if not, some ladies in this period dyed their legs with tea bags and drew the seam up the back of their legs to give the effect.

Outfits

Most women still wore skirts and dresses in the 1940s though some women switched to pants. Most of the outfits of the time followed a similar silhouette due to rationing: it was simple, unsophosticated, fitted, belted and hems remained just below the knee. A suit jacket and skirt combo was popular. Blouses and jumpers were also worn. Dresses were worn as well. Women would pair their outfit with accessories. They would always wear a hat outside and gloves.

Shoes

Shoes were effected by the war, with leather and rubber being limited. Most were brown, black or two two-tone shoes were popular. Oxford shoes, saddle shoes, loafers, court shoes, slingback were popular. These could be lace ups or have fastenings. Heels were usual, but rather short and stocky if worn in the day time. Most would be plain but some would have embellishments.

The Reality of the 1940s

With war on and rationing well underway, the question of clothes was always on the mind. Most women did not have a large wardrobe and with clothing coupons little help, most women made and made due. Hems would be let down, larger sizes cut down and a lot of clothing reused. Fabric choice was limited, silk and nylon were used for parachutes and military applications. Clothing rations were the only way to get new clothes in the war. The average person was entitled at first to 66 clothing coupons per year. But that only would buy an outfit of clothes not including the necessaries. And the number of ration coupons went down as the war went on, down to 36 coupons in 1945. It was illegal to transfer coupons but even despite this, in 1947 hundreds of women offered the future Queen Elizabeth II their rations for her wedding dress. The offer was declined but the government had to approve the release of extra coupons to the Princess. Women also turned to alternatives to create clothes especially wedding gowns even made them out of parachutes!

Make up and Hair

Make up and perfume was one of the many things that was rationed due to their chemical components such as glycerine. Women could access make up but due to rationing and many make up companies not having the ingredients or changing to more profitable and patriotic output, supplies were low. Women often turned to DIY, burnt cork for mascara and eyeliner, natural stains such as beetroot or cochineal for lipstick, crushed rose petals for blush, soot/charcoal for eyeliner, facemasks of egg white or oatmeal, beeswax for moisturiser and cold cream. As for hair women often turned to DIY to care and wash for their hair. Homemade shampoos were made from soap, vinegar and baking soda. Egg yolks were used for conditioner. Lemon juice was used to lighten hair. Olive oil was used to make hair shiny. Some popular hairstyles of the era:

Victory Rolls: This is the hairstyle you're probably thinking ofwhen you think of the 40s. It involves rolling the hair away from the face and rolling them at the top of the head.

Pin Curls: This is a hairstyle involving the curling and pinning of hair overnight got tight curls for the next day.

Pageboy: This is a shoulder-length style, curled at the ends

Waves: This style involves soft waves

Pompadours: The hairstyle involves the sweeping up of hair back from the face and sculpting it to be more voluminous.

Snoods: This is a sort of net worn over the hair, usually with a rat (a sort of device used to increase volume at the front of the hair)

Scarves: Were popular replacement for hats, used to cover their hair when going out.

[risestarkissomega]

If Donnie was in an 80s Music Video what outfit do you think he would wear? Also, how would he dress his brothers? Just asking for a friend.......

Oooo! Great question!!! 💜 The 80's is so choice! I love it!

Let's start with his brothers.

We already have a fantastic example of how he would dress Raphie, as it was already done in show.

That white suit? Totally 80's inspired. 😎

Actually, it's almost 1 to 1 with the main cop in Miami Vice....

As for his other brothers, hmmm...

Mikey seems to have a propensity for 80's hip-hop jackets and tracksuits, so I feel like Don would put him in one as well.

(Run-D.M.C. circa 1985)

Yeah, I definitely feel like Donbon would play with these themes and Mikey's eclectic use of color.

As for Leo...

I feel like Leo would dress HIMSELF in something like this, almost verbatim:

(Thanks. I hate it. 🙂)

But, I think Don would embrace Leo's tackiness and put him in some good ol' bright-colored parachute pants! Leo's fit (as styled by Don) would be similar to the ones below, but in a color palette that played well with Leo's markings/skin tone:

As for himself, there's one 80's trend that I think Donnie is already known for...and that is shoulder pads.

Specifically, shoulder pads in a power suit.

(As quoted from Google)

Looks familiar?

Or the even more exaggerated:

Therefore, I feel like Donnie boy would dress himself in something like this (in his color, obviously! 💜):

Add a fetching shirt, and a bombastic tie, and yeah I can totally see Donatello in this any day! 🤩

...

Or maybe I'm wrong and he'd just put everybody in matching windbreaker tracksuits. 💀

He's unhinged and these boys are wild, so that's totally a possibility. 😂

💜💜💜

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[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Danny Phantom doesn’t want to be king.

And the Observants also don’t want him to be king.

Frankly, very VERY few people want him to be king, dead or alive.

But opening the sarcophagus, even if it’s closed NOW, disrupted some magic protections. Until those can be fixed, summoning spells need to be answered by SOMEONE. Not all of summons, just like—once a month or so. Because if they don’t let that power outlet happen, all of those summon magics build up and suddenly Pariah Dark reigns again. Answering the summon basically dispels the built up magic, like opening a dam.

Again, Danny doesn’t WANT to do this either, but everyone else involved is a bad choice. He won’t even be named prince, because THEN that implies he COULD be king. He needs a title, of some kind, a position in the court, no matter how tenuous, so he can do the thing. Something where no one in their right or even WRONG mind would think to try to kill him for the position or try to marry him or something equally annoying to deal with.

So.

He becomes the Ghost Court Jester.

He even gets a fancy little outfit upgrade when he’s summoned, all black and white bell hats and shoes, a stupid little ruffle collar and black parachute pants, even face paint with a tiny dot of glowing neon green at the tip of his nose. The works. Better yet, if he hasn’t been ‘unsummoned’, his human form is just the exact same costume with swapped colors. He can change into his normal outfits, but until that circle has been disrupted, the next summon, or the next full or new moon, he’s stuck into the outfit when he first transforms from either form.

The Phantom Jester, which is a title more intimidating than Danny appears to be if we are to be honest, cracks jokes and never, EVER takes the summons seriously.

“Listen, I just had to get my hours in and it’s the last day of the lunar month, you got lucky I came at all.”

“I got the position by virtue of not wanting to go to Time Jail for a crime I technically didn’t commit and technically probably won’t but, well, eyes are the beholder of the grudge or something else equally cryptic to make you mad.”

“Is this a slumber party? … do you have cake? Bummer. Well, enjoy the bleeding walls then.”

“Whether I help you or not is entirely dependent on how well of a run down you can give me on this book I have to read that I have not at all touched.”

“Explain the reason in three sentences or less. I suggest less. And if it’s stupid I’m hitting you—oh you think this circle can contain me? Haha. It won’t.”

“Is that chicken blood? Why?? What did the chickens do to you?”

There are props in his costume but he literally never knows what he’s gonna pull out of his sleeves. Danny can’t even do a balloon animal and knows exactly zero card tricks, which would be more of an issue if the cards weren’t the size of a dinner plate. He barely even juggles and he’s honestly probably just utilizing his rarely-used telekinetic powers, but he does give people flowers if they haven’t been a total jerk. And if those flowers are like, rare and have seeds for propagation, well… he literally wouldn’t know. No, really, he doesn’t. He gets summoned by at least two ecology departments and he has no idea why, I mean, if he had a nickel—

He also had pies and is NOT afraid to use them.

[giuseppe-yuki]

fashionista

zhou guanyu x teacup pig shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 1.5k

warnings: none :)

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: you get a new outfit (ft. a trip to the convenience store)

pictures credits from pinterest :)

as one of the unofficial fashion moguls in the paddock, it was your job to serve face whenever you appeared in the paddock. the sound of paparazzi camera shutters clicking were almost always a sure sign that you were near. 

today, you entered the paddock hand-in-hand with your boyfriend zhou. he, of course, was dressed to the nines next to you. your baggy parachute pants paired with a tight cutout top and zhou’s baggy jeans with an almost see-through mesh top looked like the pinnacle of haute couture streetwear. 

you smile directly at the cameras following you both, sending a small wave at a man dutifully taking what looked to be at least twenty pictures of you per second. continuing down the paddock, you stop a few times in order for zhou to sign a few pieces of merch. you adjust your slim sunglasses on the bridge of your nose to hide your eyes from the blazing hot texas sun. as you pass the vcarb motorhome, you spot daniel ricciardo dressed in a cowboy outfit. he clicks his tongue and sends finger guns to you and zhou when you walk by.

zhou leans towards you and whispers into your ear, “baby, we should have dressed more like that, for cota!” 

you turn to face him, wrinkling your nose. “no way am i ditching my outfit for cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, zhou!” you tilt your head, looking at him with a questioning look. “i mean, would you rather wear that or the outfit that marc jacobs sent you tomorrow?”

he sends you a chagrin smile. “point proven, i guess.”

before you could continue your walk, a snow white samoyed bolts out the mercedes motorhome next door. it sniffs zhou twice before plopping itself in down. lewis runs out of the motorhome a second later, skidding to a stop next to the dog. 

“holy cow, you need to calm down,” he says pointedly to the dog. he bends, hand on his knees, panting. “i’m getting old, and i swear im not going to be able to catch you anymore!”

the dog shoots lewis a look, as if rolling its eyes. lewis looks up, as if just noticing you two standing if front of him. 

“well, if it isn’t the best dressed couple on the grid,” he says, chuckling. he scans both of you up and down. “nice outfits, by the way! i think you two are possibly the only people that can outdress me.” 

“thanks!” zhou replies. “i honestly think you are still the undisputed fashion icon of the paddock, though.” 

you nod, agreeing. 

“why thanks!” lewis says, beaming. he then glances at his watch, and frowns. “oh shit,” he says, “i think fp1 is starting soon! i gotta go. you guys should probably run to the garages too.” he waves at you both and starts sprinting away, samoyed at his side.

“you ready to go?” your boyfriend asks, smiling at you. 

you take a second to fix your sunglasses again, and give him a quick nod. zhou grabs your manicured hand, and you both dash towards the kick sauber garage.

“omg, wait for me!” your boyfriend shouts, hands still on the driver’s wheel. but, you had already leaped out of the barely stopped alfa romero 33 stradale, clutching your snakeskin birkin.

the sun had already set in the texas sky, painting everything with a dark blue haze, including the white car that you had just jumped out of. by the time zhou had turned off the engine and hopped out of the car, you were already in front of the convenience store, giddy with excitement. he lightly jogs to you, briefly turning his body to lock the alfa romero with the car key lob. you press a light kiss on his cheek when he arrives next to you. 

after getting a pretty good result in both fp1 and fp2, you had promised zhou that you would both go on a run store, pick out a ton of snacks, then go back to the hotel to watch a movie and possibly “celebrate,” if you get my drift. unfortunately, after multiple meetings and an unplanned dinner with valtteri, it was too late to go to any normal store, so the next best choice was the convenience store that was open 24 hours. 

you grab his hand and run into the store, dragging zhou behind you. you walk past the candy aisle, hot dog warmers, and stunned cashier, arriving at the chips aisle. the colorful packages jump out at you, advertising for you to “face the intensity” or warning you that it was “dangerously cheesy.” 

“which one should should we choose, zhou?” you ask, turning to him. he too, is looking through the wide variety of snacks in front of him. 

after a few seconds of pondering, a grin spreads across his face. “my trainer is probably going to kill me, but all of them!” 

after fetching a big basket from the front of the store, you and zhou fill it to the brim with different kinds of chips. next, you walk over to the drinks area. both of you choose your favorite drinks, all the while giggling at the blue printed pictures of checo and max on the redbull cans on the shelf. 

your boyfriend walks over the cashier counter with the basket with the snack and is about to start checking out, when you spot the slurpee machine in the corner of the store. 

“zhou, come look! they have the famed slurpees here!” you exclaim, pointing at the thrumming machines stirring brightly colored concoctions. 

“i know we have a few drinks in the cart, but we should totally get some,” he says, looking at the bright letters spelling out SLURPEE.

you nod in agreement, and grab a cup from the row of cup bottoms sticking out from under the counter. when you hold up a cup, your eyes grow the size of saucers. “there is no fucking way. this cup holds fucking 22oz of liquid and it is only the second largest size there is!” you cry. you look next to you, and sure enough, zhou is holding a cup that says MEGA on the side that holds 40oz of liquid. he laughs at your reaction, but starts laughing even harder when he spots another cup to the right of you. it has bubble lettering spelling out DOUBLE GULP on the side, and it holds a whopping 50oz of liquid. 

after a laughing fit and a slurpee overflow mishap, you both walk to the counter to check out all your snacks. 

the cashier, still stunned, slowly scans the mountain of snacks next to him. gathering up his courage, he looks at the two of you shyly. “you’re zhou guanyu and you’re his girlfriend, right? i’m a really big fan of you both and i always love your paddock outfits.” 

zhou thanks the cashier, and you give him a warm smile in appreciation. 

after bagging the snacks, you and zhou load everything into the trunk of the alfa romero. it looks out of place next to the few battered chevy pickup trucks still in the lot at the dead of night. instead of climbing into the car after,  you and zhou take your giant slurpees and a few bag of snacks and sit on the edge of the sidewalk. from an outsider walking by, you both looked like a typical couple, (albeit very fashionably dressed one at that) with zhou’s arm around you and your head on his shoulders. 

later, when your tongues are stained with blue and you brush chip crumbs off of your baggy parachute pants, you find yourself looking at the plaza opposite of the convenience store. zhou, strolling back to you from throwing away the empty chip bags and melted slurpees, nudges your shoulder.

“watcha looking at?” 

you gesture with your head towards the store on the other side of the street, where a sign blares in bright red, “Pet Shop.” 

he shoots you a smile tinted with blue food coloring and takes your hand in his.

right as you enter, you are pulled by zhou into a random aisle. 

“wha-?” you splutter out as he continues to pull you down the walkway. your voice echoes throughout the deserted shop. that’s when you notice the products around you. pet clothes. you recognize his intent immediately. “absolutely not, baby,” you declare disgustedly, pulling against his grip. “those cheap costumes are not going an inch near me.”

“come on,” zhou says, trying to reason with you. “it’s not that bad!” 

he points to a little cowboy outfit on the sea of costumes, that has a little red hat, blue bandana along with four little cowboy booties. “perfect for cota, no?” 

you glare at him.

you find yourself in front of a horde of photographers and camera people the next morning when you arrive in the paddock. zhou adjusts you in his arms, tilting the red cowboy hat in a fashionable way and tightening the bandana on your neck while also smoothing down his brown leather jacket. you let out an oink as a sign of appreciation. you know what, you think contently, this outfit is starting to grow on me.

a reporter, holding a mic out, approaches you both. “martin brundle, for sky sports. excellent drive yesterday, for fp1 and fp2 yesterday, zhou. also, you and your erm- teacup pig here, fantastic outfits. may i ask, who is the designer behind her outfit for today? is it perhaps ralph lauren? or tom ford?"

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[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Hello! If you're feeling like it, I would like to make a requestm. The wonderful, He is the moment, my man Nefero. How about a situation has some accusations from others saying he's too controlling. 

Nefero is fashion undead king. So it makes sense that he likes to dress his girlfriend up. Y/N enjoys the attention from her boyfriend so she goes along with it. Nefero loudly and proudly boasts how he and his lover are the always the best dressed. It is noticed how Y/N's clothing choices have changed drastically since they both got together. Before Y/N wore the same thing almost every week since it makes her life a bit easier. 

One day, Y/N is under the weather. Period cramps are taking it's toll and she's irritable. Nefero, the sweetie, is fixing and putting the final touches on both their outfits. Unfortunately, Y/N gets too annoyed and excuses herself to get some fresh air. With cramps getting worse and feeling nauseous, Y/N tells Nefero she's going home. He starts to reflect and thinks maybe he does do too much. And maybe that's why Y/N ditched him. Later, Nefero and Y/N make up and talks things through. 

Ok. That's all I got. Thank you for time.

You and your amazing creative request make my day!

(I also used my own period discomforts and body insecurities when I'm craving and eating so much candy, but you can ignore that, kinda weird I don't get cramps much but kinda ghost pains of them)

(Found this fanart i swooned I tell you may go feral and write smut huh who said that?)

(((Future author note here** girllll my bad for disappearing like that! But I finished it rn at 9:31pm lol)))

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Male! Nefera x F! Reader

She/her pronouns

Nickname for the reader= my jewel/my queen/ my love (i may use this one at times but the first two are the signature)

Using [Name] as substitute for y/n

Established relationship/Fluff/some cursing

I used Ciara's song "1,2 step" for a minute not plot relevant but I like that song

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Rumors had been spreading all around school grounds and the students have been noticing quite the drastic change from the well liked ghoul [Name] she was dating the male diva Nefero and while no one really cared at first (unless it was some gossip group) that [Name] had changed fairly quickly in the sense of her style of clothing.

Normally you would see her wearing some low rise parachute pants that were simple yet cute and a simple solid color top with her very worn out platforms, it was simple yet that was her style as her classmates and friends knew her for it.

Her hairstyles were cute and stylish the makeup was a few complementary colors for her (s/t) and a she always wore cherry tinted lip gloss but a few months after some time almost a whole year since the two got together monsters slowly saw the transition to [Name] having her signature simple yet stylish look to a more bold and matching to Nefero.

"I heard he makes her wear whatever he wants," a ghoul whispered to her friend. " I heard that if she says no he ghost's her for weeks" a ghost appeared from the locker "ooo that's awful!" They exclaim

~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

[Name] walks happily into the classroom with Nefero holding her by the waist, the two had come to school with a new matching set outfit for today as the weekend was coming Nefero was excitedly talking to [Name] about plans for a home movie date, she smiles contently but soon heaves a sigh 'these cramps are killing me jeez'

"Do you have any painkillers on you Nefie?" She asks as the two sit down next to each other in their clawculus class "yes, let me get it for you" he gets out his hand bag and takes out a bottle of ibuprofen "here you go, my jewel" you gingerly took it and take out two pills and swallow them with water "ahh thank you Nefie it's getting so hard with these cramps" you sigh leaning into your palm, Nefero puts his hand on your thigh and rubs it with his thumb "I'm sorry, my queen hope the painkillers make it go away long enough" he smiles at you and you chuckle "me too,my king" you teased kissing his nose lightly

~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

By the end of class the two separate "see you soon,my jewel" he grabs your waist and kisses you, whispers arise out of nowhere as you two separate Nefero's eyebrows furrow at this he looks over at you and sees you looked bothered as well but not in your face but by your body language, you held onto your book a little tighter,you didn't want this kind of attention so negative and unwelcoming.

Nefero wanted to yell and order these scumbags to fuck off but he held his toung this wasn't something you needed him to do for you at the moment..maybe later he'd show them a lesson.

[Name] had heard the rumors and while you WANTED to yell at the gossipers..right now wasn't the time since now you had doubts yourself but pushed it aside for now, at the end you knew that Nefero was truly you're love and not just some control freak and it truly wasn't their business what you wear.

"See you later Nefie" you waved goodbye and started you're way to your classroom

Nefero stands there seeing your fading silhouette 'i hope she's alright' he thinks about your cramps and hopes you would feel better as the week went on, Nefero turns to his class not forgetting to give the nastiest side glance of his undead life.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

It was the weekend and [Name] was on the way to Nefero's home on her car, on the way the music was blasting as she snacks on a chocolate bar "*munch* it don't matter to me, we can dance slow *munch*" she makes a left turn "whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow-" she gets to the entrance and parks on the big driveway cutting the music.

[Name] steps out still singing a few of the lyrics "so swing it over here Mr.Dj and we will, we will rock you" she walks up the stairs "hey Luka" she greet the door sphinx and he nods in acknowledgement

"I wonder if we're gonna watch a movie" she walks up the stairs and opens another chocolate bar munching on it

She gets to the door opening it "Nefie I'm here" [Name] walks over to her nightstand and places her purse on it

The sound of heals comes from the walking closest and Nefero appears "My jewel!" He sprints over engulfing you in a tight hug "i missed you so much" he sniffles dramatically but you go with it "aww missed you too Nefie, but it wasn't for too long right?" He looks at you "too long" he then snuggles into your bossom "mhhhh you smell divine, is that the new perfume i got you?" You comb thought his long hair gently "yes and thank you once more for the gift Nefie" you feel a shiver down his neck as you touch the root of his hair "you're most welcome, my goddess"

The two stayed like that for a bit before Nefero remembered something he wanted to show [Name] "oh just you wait here a moment" he dashed out back to his ginormous closet 'what has he got planned now?' You tilt your head and after a few minutes Nefero comes back with two hangers and a few clothing items in his arms

"You are going to love what I got for us to wear or Monday" he beams "oh..that's great Nefie" you smiled with half lidded eyes

You 're a little bumb out because truly you wanted to forget about fashion as of late, it all seemed so much and maybe it was because of everyone whispering around her when she passed by alone in the hallway the dress you wore was uncomfortable and tight and not in the right places as per usual.

All you wanted was just be in your sweats and cuddle right now and forget about those monsters and cuddle up on the bed you in Nefero's arm without a care in the world.

"So I was thinking to wear this dusty gold moment for the two of us and you could wear a golden headband with encrusted emeralds and rubies" he went on with enthusiasm that was so sweet and pure

But as [Name] stared at the assembled clothing items she felt at ease seeing him like this but then a cramp shot up and stab you in the ovaries "ugh fuck" you wisperd to yourself

"And so I'll be wearing our signature couple rings and with these gold armbands" he picked them up and looked over to you with a bright smile "how lovely, they'll look great on you" he nodded his head enthusiastically

"let me finish up here and we can try it on" he went back to focusing on the matching outfits

The pain had begun to increase, and each breath you took it seemed to be like torture, was it getting stuffy in here?

You took another deep breath in just then a cramp hit you again much harder "*inhale* *exhale* hey Nefie I'm gonna go out for some fresh air okay? Okay be right back" [Name] rushed out to the balcony in his room that had a great distance from the bed where he was

"*inhale* *exhale* oh fuck this is getting unbearable..i don't want to be here doing this *stab* ughh fuck you body" you looked over the massive garden view, a breeze went by and seemed to cool you just enough to feel a little better.

"I think i just need to go home now"

[Name] walked back in after a few more minutes taking deep breaths in, she grabbed her bag "I'm going home" leaving quickly Nefero stood there in perplexed but suddenly struck by the memory of the rumors

Then he looked at the clothes then he remembered "...oh gods im a fucking idiot!" Nefero slaps his forehead "i got to go apologize" he got up and walked out his room

"Toss me my keys!" The sphinx quickly nodded to him and gave him a "look" "yes i know!!" Nefero quickly runs out the door.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Nefero is parked a few blocks away from your house. It has been 3 hours after you had left his home, and now he has everything he needs as well as the right words to tell you.

He feels utterly terrible for not realizing before or even making the effort to accomplish your needs like you were needing you didn't just want to come to his house to just talk about fashion

He sees now from the look on your face you needed was him to hold you close cuddling on his bed wrapped in his strong comforting arms take a nap or watch a movie

Not the stupidity he was doing when you had arrived.

Nefero takes a breath in and gets out of his car, he takes the bag filled with goodies and starts to make his way up to your doorstep.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

He waited a beat

Then the sounds of footsteps came from behind the door, the familiar footsteps he'd grown to recognize with care and that made him feel worse from his stupid actions earlier.

The door creek as [Name] opens it slightly to see who it is, and her eyes are met with his purple ones and her's widen slightly "Nefie-" but before she could get a word in he gets on his knees while holding up the bouquet and bag (which may or may not be filled with expensive jewelry and chocolate) he looks up at her with puppy eyes in his flawless structured face.

"My jewel, I am truly sorry for making you mad and not being the boyfriend you needed today, I have stupidly ignore you today only focusing on what I was doing instead of taking the time to see if you were alright,and the way you looked at school while everyone was staring at us whispering about the way you have change so much...i can't even imagine the way you must feel when they stare at you not in the way like usual but with doubts and assumption i feel terrible. Can you see it in your beautiful heart to forgive me and let me make this right" Nefero held his breath as he waited for her to say something. Anything.

You blink. Once. Twice. Then the corners of your mouth turn up in a gentle smile "you're and idiot" Nefero grimaces but you continue "but you're my idiot, fashionable idiot if you will...i was feeling shitty yeah and I didn't want to just come to your house to talk about fashion...i don't always want to do that and I think we should do other things. This doesn't mean I don't want to stop dressing up with you but I think I want to start to dress like I did before...do you understand what I'm saying Nefero?" He gets up from kneeling down and nods

"Of Course my jewel. I'm terribly sorry our relationship doesn't just mean dressing up in outfits I lay down for us... you can have you're style whenever you desire and I won't care because I have you either way, I like when you match with me but I love more when you show YOU. And I should have asked you more often if it was okay with you so from now on I'll ask more frequently if you WANT to match and do things more outside fashion and talking about it...I'm sorry,my love" [Name] steps forward and cups his cheek, Nefero immediately leans into her touch and turns his head to kiss her palm, his eyes stay on her's. "You're forgive,Nefie...it sounds so dumb to discuss but I think this was needed" she leans in and gives his lips a light peck "come on in,my mom would be mad if you got here and just left without eating dinner with us" Nefero chuckles "I'd love to dine with your lovely family,my jewel" he takes [Name] by the waist and leads both of them inside the doorway.

[mieczyslawhale]

I hate knowong that if stiles was a female character her and derek would of ended up together. So fem stiles ideas that are mixed with stereotypes prudocers of teen dramas love.

My vision of fem stiles is a woman with long hair she keeps in a pony tail. Many layers of shirts like a muscle shirt and then an over shirt on top of that and then a sweater over top of that or just a regular shirt with a shirt underneath and an over shirt and a sweater over top because this version of stiles is constantly cold because she has an issue with circulation in her body. She wears really long skirts that go down to her ankles baggy pants overalls those henna pants that look like parachute pants stop go away leave me alone man. And black dogs with painted daisies on them she also likes to carry a side bag that's filled with things of all kinds she's got something for every occasion and also a bunch of over the counter medicine.

To follow the stereotypes whenever someone talks about her friendship with Scott they always state that she's madly in love with him and she's always consistently grossed out by it that no one could understand that they're just friends but everyone tries to lump them together as a romantic interest to the point where Allison when she first starts going out with Scott becomes a bit jealous of stiles.

Scott tries to reassure her and with his tunnel vision those feelings of jealousy go away also because stiles quickly becomes obsessed with Derek because them stiles still has ADHD and Derek ends up becoming one of her ADHD obsessions the way that canon stiles did.

Stiles both hates and adores Lydia she hates her attitude but loves everything else her smarts her fashion sense the way that she speaks sometimes she just really wants to be Lydia's friend but also feels as though Lydia doesn't like her.

Has the show progresses into season 2 Styles is now fighting the Dynamics between Lydia and Allison where stiles and Allison are becoming closer friends and Lydia is getting angry about it on top of everything that Lydia is dealing with with her psychosis and feeling as though her friends are there for her oh she's feeling phased out so she starts lashing out on stiles because stiles is an easy target.

Also if stiles was female in season 2 Isaac would have been captivated by her you know that they would have tried to push some kind of love agenda between Isaac and Stiles but once again stiles is still really obsessed with Derek and head over heels for him and no one else matters in the love Spectrum. Also in my vision the pool scene still happens the only thing is stiles. is wearing leggings instead of her long long skirts or a jogging outfit that looks like the lacrosse colors cuz it's Scott's jogging outfit and it was just cold so stiles was borrowing it.

I'm currently rewatching Teen Wolf so as I continue to rewatch it I will add more head cannons for my female stiles and also tropes that I know that they would have pushed if stiles was a girl

[nonewannabe]

Luna Lope

Daily Outfit by Her

LaCerva Top | Megan Necklace | Alma Pants | Platform Ankle Boots | Fukkie Bag

Jude Bag | Maya Top | Golden Rose Necklace | Low-Rise Skirt & Panties | Biker Boots

#39 Y2k Cap | Cutie Crop Hoodie | Parachute Pants | New Balance M2002RDA Low Top Sneakers

Cross Necklace | Loafers With Leg Warmers | Badoobee Bag | Naomi Shorts | Antonia Tights | Lovely Crop Sweatshirt

Thanks to

@seoulsoul-sims @jius-sims @caio-cc @serenity-cc @babyetears @tauvesims @charonlee @fukkiemon @huiernxoxo @rimings @b0t0xbrat @clumsyalienn

[bestialchorus]

MOVING IN WITH YOUR WEREWOLF GIRLFRIEND INCLUDES:

-For months, you’ve both been tiptoeing around the topic. Since you first started dating, quick quips like being excited to be “roommates” one day were always uttered whenever you were forced to say goodbye to each other. How these dreams were peppered in daily conversations, holding desires you each assumed were hidden from the other. How quickly those jokes gained weight the more your lives became intertwined. You loved her, and by the gods, did she love you. The love you shared was akin to the romances you once dreamed of, romances acted out in movies but seldomly found in your world.

-On one fateful night, you finally find the courage to whisper, “I want to live with you.” Her glowing eyes meet yours as the moonlight peaks in through the window. She softly rubs her canine head against your face, instantly filling you with warmth. You feel your lover start to shift back, leaving a large woman who is as much muscle as she is beauty”. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” she purrs close to your ear before softly dragging her finger down your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand meets a familiar wetness. You start to whimper as you feel two long fingers slowly enter your folds. “Relax, baby girl, I’ll take care of you. Now and forever”. A few hours later, you lie on top of her as she gently rubs your back and plays with your hair. You talk deep into the night about what kind of home you want to build together. You remember passing out at some point as sleep finally catches up with you. You could have sworn you heard a whispering voice saying, “I can’t wait to call you my wife.” But maybe you just dreamt it.

-Right off the bat, it seemed money wouldn’t be much of an issue. You don’t quite understand at first, but she explains that she’ll soon be receiving a form of “inheritance” promised to alphas who reach a certain age. You still insist on contributing, and she doesn’t fight you on this, respecting you as a partner and her mate. 

-After months of searching, you finally end up finding a place that suits both of your needs. 

-Moving day was a lot less stressful than you thought it’d be. You remember packing up the last box one morning when you heard a knock at the door. Your girlfriend opens it, and a group of werewolves greet you with toothy smiles and warm mornings as they start to pile into your small apartment. You’ve spent much time with the pack, so all the faces before you were friendly. You can’t help but smile as one jokes, “I cant believe you’ve found someone who can actually tolerates ya, let alone live wit ya”. Some join in on the teasing as others come to chat with you. Without having to ask, each ONE immediately starts picking up a box and moving it down to the large pick-up truck outside your building. You release a surprised “EEP” as your alpha picks up while you’re holding a small box, “I wanna help too,” she giggles as she carries you bridal style to the truck. You feigned annoyance as you smack her arm, secretly loving every minute of it. All of your items (and yourself) are quickly loaded into the large vehicle with your girlfriend behind the wheel.

-After all your stuff is unpacked in the new place, the best part of moving could finally begin; decorating. You spend the next few days shopping together, hitting thrift stores throughout the city, and you actually find some pretty great stuff! One may have been a brand new pair of fuzzy handcuffs that your lover INSISTS will be essential for a “happy home.” 

-You come home one day and immediately stop in your tracks as you find your partner in a tight tank top and parachute pants, her outfit covered in paint as she moves a roller against the wall. Your brain turns to mush as her prominent abs peek through the thin fabric. She can’t help but smirk once she catches you ogling her. She decides then that it’s time for a bit of fun. Without saying a word, she takes off her shirt, revealing the body you were always in awe of. “I’m feeling a little warm after all this painting, honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water”? She acts as if she didn’t just fry all the neurons in your brain. You quickly shake your head and dash to the kitchen as you feel your cheeks heat up. 

-The house renovations have been complete torture. Whether it’s putting down new hard floor or tightening some plumbing. Your alpha is always wearing very little clothing; claiming she runs warm. You can believe that, but the image of your sweaty, beyond-built partner wearing a tool belt was sending you into your own version of heat. You’ve gotten little work done because you have a literal goddess walking around with a power drill. You decide to work a few days at the office going forward…

-Every day feels like an endless sleepover. Catching each other up on your day, grocery shopping together, painting each other’s nails, etc., it truly feels like you are hanging out with your best friend….a best friend who also just so happens to be 6’4 and able to crush a dresser with her bare hands….but best friends not the less.

-Another benefit of living with an extremely self-sufficient werewolf is that she’s an incredible cook. One night you come home and immediately smell the aroma of your favourite meal floating in the air. Her lips gently meet your neck as soon as you enter the kitchen, and your breath stops for a moment. “I’ve been cooking all day and while I’m excited for you to eat, I’m starving, baby”. You don’t get a moment to think as she has you bent over the table in a split second. That night you end up being her appetizer as she helps you build up an appetite. 

-You insist on helping her whenever she puts on a tie. You love putting her together for the day but love even more that you’re the sole person who gets to see her without all the bells and frills. You may share a space with your alpha, but you’re her true home. 

-Showering together has become one of your favourite rituals. You help the other wash the day off as warm water makes you melt. It always starts off innocently enough but very quickly becomes less than innocent whenever she starts to scrub around certain intimate areas….

-You had never thought much of a “forever” home while growing up but now realize it’s not only possible with your alpha. But that you’ll have one as long you’re with her.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

OK SO WHILE I WAS WATCHING SOME TOKIO HOTEL EDITS I GOT THIS IDEA(if it's too much feel free to ignore and I'm sorry if I confused you, I'm not good at explaining😭😭AND I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS GIRLY❤️😘)

Ok so. Modern! Dad! Tom Kaulitz with teen twins(maybe around 15-16 or sum). Like one daughter and one son. Both of them are super sassy and aren't scared of confrontation like they are really confident, they don't care what anyone thinks of them(like they laugh at haters and stuff) yet they take no disrespect especially not towards their dad or the other twin. Tokio Hotels' younger fanbase also literally simps for them and stuff, like they make edits of them and stuff. The twins also really remind everyone of Tom when he was their age. Like the boy, he has the same style his father did just with a little more modern touch to it. And the girl, her style consists a mix of Tom's style too. For exampld: cargo/parachute pants, tube tops, bralette/crop tops, trapper/biker/cadet caps, beanies, platform heels/boots(Demonias), oversized shirts/hoodies, hoop earrings, chains, bead bracelets, long acrylic nails, etc. . Like whenever anyone sees the twins, you know their outfits are never boring/dry. Like the girl is an absolute maneater and the boy is a womanizer(but they have admirers of all genders). Like both twins especially the girl really love Heidi because let's just say their bio mom went to get milk right after they were born. And like how would the relationship with their uncles(Bill, Georg and Gustav) be?

I know this is a hell lot so I won't be surprised if you just ignore it LMAO💀💀

(I love this idea sm hold up I'm finna add it to my Dr but Bill lmao. And so worries, I did a lot to match this so I hope you enjoy!)

Kaulitz Twins Gen #2

The media went crazy when you guys were born

Or being brought into the world

If you do the math, Tom was only seventeen and even he was freaking out

Especially with your mother and media and his career

But, with help from the band, he actually managed to become a good dad

Tried to help your mother stay but she just walked out

He never really looked for her, thinking if she could leave two beautiful kids like you guys she didn't deserve to even be looked for

Or if she ever wanted anything from Tom after she left he told her to fuck off

He didn't think he would be a good dad

Until he finally held you guys in the hospital room

Then he finally realized maybe, he would be a good dad

And he promised to never fuck it up

And he didn't!

Bill was happy to meet you guys, Georg was happy for Tom and sorta excited for two kids runnings around the stage while Gustav was a bit nervous but happy nonetheless

Bill always took you guys out and dressed you up when you guys were kids

No matter your gender

Georg let you guys rain hell, eat candy, stay up, even bought you guys a puppy to spite Tom

Gustav was a more relaxed uncle who let you guys do what you want but be careful while doing it

As you guys grew older you grew up in the media eye

Especially because of who your family was and you needed to be brought on tour with them

Tom tried to control it but paparazzi would literally run after you guys when the band would try and shield you guys from them

Tom felt helpless in those situations and did his best to keep you guys safe

You were confused when you saw your dad upset and yelling at the random people with cameras and when you guys would go home he would apologize

You didn't know why he did but you knew they just made your dad upset

And that made you and your twin upset, very much

Whenever paparazzi would come around you guys would yell at them

Shit like "No pictures!" Or "go away!" "Leave us alone!" "Stop following us, weirdos!"

Your dad's and uncles taught you guys to speak your minds but couldn't help but be surprised when you guys yelled at paparazzi

When you were little you and your twin even threw shit at them for following you guys

You were like six mind you

Better paparazzi, not such prying and rude ones, actually found it funny and when you guys were photographed like that it went sorta media crazy

You guys were known as the second generation of Kaulitz Twins sort

You guys were very sassy, spoke your mind and didn't care what people thought of you guys even from a young age

If expressed any interest in media, like modeling, singing and your twin did too Tom would let you guys

He would watch over of course but you guys did modeling, photoshoots, even went into interviews when you guys were young

For being teenagers you guys had quite the fanbase

You guys aren't scared of confrontation at all

Like one time someone was giving your Uncle Bill a hard time at a signing and wouldn't leave him alone

You and your twin went over, pushed them away and started yelling at them to back up or you would have to put them on their ass

Safe to say they left

Bill was surprised but your dad was very much proud

He didn't raise you guys to take bullshit

Tom admires that you guys could be so confident even at a young age

You guys genuinely do not care about being talked about or what people think about you guys

You guys have so much fun making fun of haters and laughing at them

Especially ones that try and "confront" you guys in public

You even told one "Get the fuck out my face." Laughing so hard your twin had to hold you up as Tom lead you guys away

Tom likes that you guys don't any bullshit from anyone

Especially when you guys defend him and your twin

You guys don't stand for hate and God help anyone who tries you guys

You have fought a few people when it got out of hand

They were talking shit so I say it was justified

You and your twin poke fun at how the younger fans already are simping for you guys

You are sorta like your dad when he was young in that tense

Like you guys play with hearts, flirt, tease and shit like that

You guys see edits and posts about you guys and how people find you guys attractive

You guys are constantly commenting on the edits and shit like that or are so smug about it

You guys like the attention you guys get so much

You guys like the reactions you get from fans when they see you guys saw their edits or posts and are giving them attention

You guys are too much like your father

So much so you remind everyone who your dad is everyday by simply existing

Your brother has a few collections of your dad's old clothes back then and wears them a lot

Like his shirts, hats, pants and bands that Tom wore he has a lot of them, the ones that weren't donated

Your brothers style is almost exactly like your dad's and everyone sees it

Except it has a more modern touch and a few more stuff your brother incorporated

Your style was the most surprising to everyone but not at the same time

Your style was definitely influenced by Bill when he dressed you up when you were younger

Your style everytime you wear something makes a statement and is always photographed or edited by fans

Doesn't help you look fucking good in everything you wear

Some stuff is sorta revealing and short so obviously Tom being that dad he is says stuff like

"That's too short. You look good, I know, hon, but what if you get cold?"

Get Heidi to talk to him, and plus your his little girl so he lets you rain hell if you wanted too

Bill absolutely loves your style and helps you pick out what to wear

Is holding your hand above your head, spinning you to get a full look of the outfit and applauding y'all's work

None of your family stands for any shaming of your outfits though

Especially when people say you're asking for attention or are dressed too skimpy and shit like that

Your response is always the same, that you want the attention and to fuck off

But when you're not wearing stuff like that you also wear some of your dad's old clothes or stuff that fit his style back then

Especially his shirts and his old pants

Everyone knows when you step outside your outfits are gonna be fucking good

Always making a statement and never leaving in a "basic" outfit

Tips you find from uncle Bill that are always helpful

You guys have a lot of fans, all genders, who simp for you guys and some even throw themselves at you guys

Let's just say you guys take up some offers

But you guys are described as two twins who is a maneater and a womanizer

You guys are exactly like your father in that sense when he was your age

He tries to get you guys not to like players or absolute dick like he was when he was your age

He just wants you guys to be safe and not play around with people's hearts

But bring up old interviews and he'll leave you guys to your own devices

You guys flirt, tease, kiss and sometimes more with fans but he's still your dad so he'll object

He'll take you guys away when he sees that so be careful not to do it flat out in front of your dad

Be sneaky, whisper and sneak off

You both really love Heidi

She's your mom

Not step mom or anything but your mom as she took you guys in and raised you as her own kids when she didn't need too

You and your brother are a mama's boy, mama's girl, daddy's girl and daddy's boy

You both love them equally no matter what

You both really loved by both your parents and your siblings

You helped your dad propose to Heidi and we're so excited when they got married

You two were so happy to see your parents happy and officially have siblings

You guys are little schemers with Heidi's kids

Heidi helps you guys with anything and no matter what it could be

Heartbreak, outfits, crushes, stress, happiness, anything and she is there

Even if your mom tried to come back in your life Tom and Heidi would leave it up to you guys

But when you say no it's a weight off their shoulders

You call Heidi mom and so does your brother

The first time you did Heidi froze for a moment but couldn't help but pecker kisses all over your guys' faces and hug you guys

You're her kids and she wouldn't have it any other way

You guys are very famous around the world and it can be very stressful at times

But with your uncle's, dad, mom and your twin, you wouldn't change it for anything

[theladysherlock]

I know I don't talk about the illustrations that much but I simply gotta talk about this one. It might be my favorite from this book.

I love their outfits.

I love Deryn's big ol' parachute pants (or whatever the 1910s equivalent is called) and their scarf and specifically I love the knife sheath strapped to their boot. I love the little detail that their sleeves are way too big for their skinny arms. I love Alek's suspenders and his little ascot and his big coat that he wears like a cape. It's just delightful. I'm so charmed by the entire look.

[rogueddie]

Yeah, yeah, Eddies a gatekeeping metalhead, whatever...

Or, imagine; Eddie raiding Steves closet to find the wildest things in there, experimental things and decided to bury in the back bc of how awful they are, pairing the most clashing top with neon parachute pants, creating the ugliest fashion crime of an outfit so he can jump out at Steve and tease him in a growling voice about how he's the crimes of fashion past and he's back for revenge, tickling him whilst yelling about how he's going to vanquish the king

[sachermorte]

Roland, it's been too long since you talked about fashion.

What are your fashion do's and don'ts?

And what fashion rules are bs in your opinion?

I could have sworn I talked about fashion fairly recently but looking back, it was last month already. That simply won't do. Obviously from a menswear perspective. If you're looking for more traditionally femme advice I can do my best, but no promises. Cut because I wrote too much.

Fashion Don'ts

❌ artificial fibers ❌

Take a look at the two blazers below.

They are, upon first impression, quite similar. Two buttons. Notch lapel. The same pocket flaps, the same seams down the front to contour to the body. Even (roughly) the same color.

Look closer. You see the strange sheen to the jacket on the left? The way the thread cuts into the fabric, causing it to almost look puffy on either side? The odd cast to the draping? How it almost, just a little bit, looks like it's been sewn out of a parachute?

The jacket on the left was sewn out of polyester. Now, polyester has a number of benefits, such as water and fire resistance. That's because not even the water or the fire really wants to touch it.

Now look at the jacket on the right. It drapes well, yet maintains its structure. It doesn't pull any funny business around the seams. The texture adds an interesting detail to the rest of the outfit and anchors it firmly in the textile tradition. It's warm. It's comfortable. That's because it's made of wool.

Unfortunately, plastic clothing is not only cheap, it's increasingly the only option available. Even luxury brands use it, and extensively at that. But if you're aiming to look stylish, if you want someone to look at you on the street and go "oh wow, that person looks truly lovely", there's no reason to choose polyester, acrylic, or nylon over natural fibers. Cotton, wool, linen, silk, angora, cashmere, leather. These are your friends. I promise you, they're your friends.

❌ slim fit ❌

There was a time (a dark and terrible time) when people thought that it was acceptable and fetching to go out in public looking as if they'd been shrink-wrapped into their clothes. This is one of those fashion trends that comes back every few years alongside other truly gruesome horrors, such as plucking your eyebrows too thin or wearing capris. It's all very mid-2010s. All very r/malefashionadvice, the pants cut so slim you can hardly sit down in them, the jackets that pull uncomfortably at the buttons.

This is not attractive. They look uncomfortable. It unbalances the frame, for one. The gentleman on the left looks like he's about to hulk out of his shirt (and his tie is too short. for shame!). The gentleman on the right has skinny little toothpick bird legs.

Contrast these gentlemen from the 1980s and 1990s.

Perhaps the shoulders are a bit large for our modern sensibilities. Perhaps the pleated trouser causes you to raise an eyebrow. These are matters of personal taste upon which reasonable minds can and do differ.

But look at the cut. Look at how breathable everything looks. The jacket gives you room to maneuver. The pants aren't about to cut you in half every time you take a seat on the bus. These gentlemen are wearing their suits as opposed to being imprisoned by them.

If pre-y2k men's tailoring interests you, I invite you to watch some films and shows from the 80s and 90s. You'll really develop your eye for these sorts of things and can apply what you've learned to your own wardrobe.

❌ athleisure ❌

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. The American need to wear sweatpants and workout gear everywhere they go, come to haunt and infect us all. It's the drawstring waists on suit pants. It's the insistence on the most hideous running shoes I've ever seen with every outfit. It's the "performance" fabrics on clothing you're going to wear to the office or to a wedding.

If I have to see fits like this for very much longer they're going to have the in the motherfucking Hague. They will. I promise you they will.

Anyway. Now that we have that out of the way.

Fashion Dos

✅ dress up ✅

Next time you have somewhere to be, work or school or a party or just walking around town doing nothing of any consequence, dress one or two levels above where you normally would and see how you feel.

You can start slow with this. Wear a tie and some corduroys with your usual casual jacket and sneakers. Try a blazer with your jeans and graphic tee.

People, at first, may say "oh, what are you all dressed up for", but after a while they just get used to it and stop commenting on it. I regularly wear full suits to my teaching job where my colleagues wear jeans. It's just my thing. They don't know me any differently.

My life noticeably improved when I started dressing to impress for more or less every occasion. And it makes me feel great, besides.

✅ buy secondhand ✅

As I mentioned before, the Polyester Plague is among us. It lays heavy on our backs. Even formerly nice or luxury brands are beginning to adulterate my (dear, beloved) natural fibers with this crap. I saw a "wool blend" coat being sold in a shop the other day. You want to know how much wool was in it? Seventeen percent. 17. One-seven.

Used to be, I would go window shopping even in budget stores like H&M and it would be an absolute struggle to not spend money I didn't have on things I didn't need. It was a discipline exercise for me. I was sweating each and every time.

Now? Not so. There's nothing in any of these stores worth buying. Nothing at all. This is why we buy secondhand. We have Humana and Carla and Vintage Shop as chains here in Vienna for fairly decent prices, alongside a smattering of independent stores. With a good eye and a thorough education in 80s and 90s television shows, you too can pick up some truly glorious finds.

But watch out! Even in our thrift stores, some of this shit is still SheIn. Be watchful.

✅ intentionality ✅

I know so many people with a closet full of clothes. Good clothes, nice clothes. But so, so often they lament to me that they have absolutely nothing to wear.

This is because they have clothes. They don't have a wardrobe.

Which colors do you like wearing? What places can you be found in your everyday life? Are there clothes you just won't wear, either because of the color or because of a fit issue? Thank them and let them go. Are there things you'd love to wear more often but you have no idea what to wear them with? You might need more basics.

If I can give you any hard and fast rule here, it's this:

Never buy a piece of clothing unless you can imagine three different outfits you could wear it with.

I want to buy a chocolate brown blazer? I could wear it with a white shirt, patterned brown pants, and brown boots. I could wear it with cream trousers, brown loafers, and a tan turtleneck. I could wear it with green trousers, brown boots, and a cream shirt. Don't make up hypothetical pieces of clothing. Everything above is something I already have in my wardrobe. I could take home that brown blazer today and wear it for half a week straight, minimum, just with things I already own.

Also, if a piece is "off", in some way, if it's just a hair too tight or the shoulders are a little weird or the color washes you out a little bit or it's kind of itchy, and you think that it's fine, it's not that big of a deal...

Put it down. I mean it. Put it down. Never take home a piece that you aren't happy to wear as it is here and now, unless you're literally going to take it to the tailor that very weekend. You'll never touch it again. It'll rot in your wardrobe, gathering dust.

Fashion Rules (that are BS)

1. Outfit repeating. You have clothes to wear them. You have a washing machine. Of course you're going to repeat outfits. Especially if you really liked how you looked in them. If someone calls you an outfit repeater ask them why they're an outfit rememberer.

2. Silly color rules. Any color combination can be made to work if you're intentional about it. Of course if you go wearing brown shoes with a black suit there's not a force on earth that can save you from my wrath. But if you intentionally combine brown and black, that's always lovely. "Don't wear white after Labor Day" (which is in September in the US for some reason)? Angelic all-white winter looks steal my heart away every time. "Blue and green should never be seen"? What are you talking about? They look wonderful together.

3. The idea of "timeless dressing"

People think it's "old money" now. Sad beige. White. Gold. Oversized t-shirts. A few years ago, everyone's idea of timeless was totally different. Swinging from minimalist capsule wardrobes to "fifty pieces everyone's wardrobe should contain". It's all made up. It's all capitalism. Wear what you like. Wear what makes you happy. Wear what's functional for you and your wardrobe. You don't have to answer to anyone as long as your clothes work for you. Even me.

Although I might judge you.

Just a little bit.

[i-kylie]

anon: I am LOVING you being active rn I have been starving but I was wondering if you could do you curtis sister that wears really cute clothes and has an amazing fashion sense but like the clothes are kind of risky for like the 60s?

-<3

you are in your street wear/baddie-wear era🤭 or whatever you want fr

bodycon dresses, crop tops, baggy cargos, flare leggings, etc..

obviously, your sense of fashion is not acceptable in your generation.

even for greaser girls!

most girls were medium-short length flowy skirts and blouses.

while you got on crop tops and parachute pants.

where do you get these clothes?

who knows but it looks pretty

well, not to everyone it seems.

you get targeted by socs and sometimes stuck up greasers

you just try to ignore them as much as you can!

your brothers gave you confidence years before, so you don’t let it affect you that much

the gang doesn’t really get your style

Steve, Dally, and Two-bit seem to have something to say every time you pop out with a cute outfit

it annoys you, and you always say something back

it’s lowkey funny

if someone other than the gang made fun of you in front of them, they’d be up in arms though

don’t get it twisted!