#Real Leather Hat

[spikedjacket]

About this item

EMBELLISH LEATHER BELIEVE IN QUALITY: Cowboy hats for men, are made of premium quality nontoxic, environmentally friendly cowhide durable genuine leather, easy to clean and wipe out the dust.

Adjustable leather Chin strap, 3 inch Wide Brim to provide shade from the hot, cold and rainy weather, 4 inch Crown Height, Feather weight Design, Durable, finished all leather construction, Ventilation holes in crown optimize breathability

OUR Premium Unisex outback hats are an accessory that creates a signature style and it adds personality to look, Cowboy hat is something more, a symbol of power, and an indicator of social status or cultural tradition. Cowboy hats aim for style and charm, with no social distinction also perfect for a golf and horse-riding day.

This men’s cowboy hat can be worn with the sun, the rain and the wind a faithful companion for many years.

[doll-elvis]

MARTY LACKER : “I'll tell you something about Elvis. If he watched a football game on TV, he wore a helmet. He dressed for every occasion. If he watched guys on TV riding motorcycles, he would have his motorcycle helmet on. You'd walk in and it looked funny. I mean, you walk in, he's sitting there with a football helmet on. You’d say, ‘Good lord, Elvis, what are you doing?’. He’d say, ‘I'm watching the game'”

quote from “Friends remember Elvis Presley” on the Larry King show

[babblingeccentric]

HATS in One Piece

Sabos hat is central to his identity. He was found with it, it's the only reason he knows his name, it's the thing that connected him to his past through his amnesia. Watching someone else wear it would be really weird for him. Like seeing someone else wearing his underwear or face

Ace's hat isn't nearly as foundational to him as Sabo and Luffys. It was a gift from Luffy so of course he loves it, but it's really just one of his things. Yeah sure it's one of the things people know and identify him by, but he's just as likely to be referenced to new guys as the fire logia as the guy with the cowboy hat. He like it because he likes the way it makes him look. It part of the him that he presents. Most likely to find it sexy for you to wear it. 

Luffys hat is his greatest treasure and a symbol of his most important promise. For him letting you wear his hat is about trust, comfort, and the symbolism of a promise. He can't understand seeing it as sexy

Law thinks you look kind of stupid in his hat. No he doesn't see how that's a condemnation of his own taste it works on him okay.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Obligatory fancier outfit that must be present anytime I post outfits 

[ashmp3]

collective last week haul for my nosy girls (i am you you are me i love you)

faux leather skinny jeans

medium wash jeans

very thin and soft black mockneck

grey knit with big black stars

faux leather corset (if your rmr the pics�� yeah)

short sleeved lilac cardigan (i wear them as tops)

thick off white wool knit

new blusher

bunch of new vitamins

[leatherbookmark]

mingi's 🙄🙄🙄

[caestusvulpes]

hikari registered in the steel ball run under the name 'texas red' btw if you even care.

[hcluv]

pookiest of all pookies 🤭🤭🤭

[dandelionandkrindle]

girlfriend agreed to reenact the plot of desert hearts with me

[buglenitri]

jebediah is a fucking gnome he is a gnome he looks like a gnome give him a hat and some leather clothing he is a fucking gnome look at him he is so gnomish he is a gnome he is a gnome he's a gnome look at him he's so gnome like gnome he's a gnome christoff is a gnome so gnome krinkels get the damn gnome he's so gnome look at him he's a gnome

[spikedjacket]

About this item

EMBELLISH LEATHER BELIEVE IN QUALITY: Cowboy hats for men, are made of premium quality nontoxic, environmentally friendly cowhide durable genuine leather, easy to clean and wipe out the dust.

Adjustable leather Chin strap, 3 inch Wide Brim to provide shade from the hot, cold and rainy weather, 4 inch Crown Height, Feather weight Design, Durable, finished all leather construction, Ventilation holes in crown optimise breath ability

OUR Premium Unisex outback hats are an accessory that creates a signature style and it adds personality to look, Cowboy hat is something more, a symbol of power, and an indicator of social status or cultural tradition. Cowboy hats aim for style and charm, with no social distinction also perfect for a golf and horse-riding day.

Quality is remembered long after the price is forgotten, sombrero vaquero para hombre are associated with farmers, rugged, trucks, ranchers, drivers, outdoor and gambler looks. In the recent years, the cowboy hats for men have started to become more common fixture in mainstream fashion.

This men’s cowboy hat can be worn with the sun, the rain and the wind a faithful companion for many years.

[spamsmcgee]

No thought just Cowboy Yuki.

[g0dr0t]

4 am is for dressing up and taking weird vaguely artistic thirst trappy photos and then sending them immediately to the drafts

[twola]

Can we have something with possessive/jealous Arthur Morgan? I can never get enough of this plot.

or...something with a pregnant reader? I don't know, I'm in my fertile period. 🙂‍↔️

¿Porque no los dos? Here is a little one~

Seething

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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The match sizzles as it hits the water.

Arthur runs his hand down his face, blinking at the match sink under the lake’s surface, not even interested in the unlit cigarette between his fingers. He shoves it back into his satchel as he loosens a long, worried breath.

Of course - he had known that this was possible. That this could happen. That he could be this stupid again. The worried look on your face when you came to him. The darkness under your eyes. The slipping out of his cot in the early morning you’ve been doing the last couple of weeks.

God damnit, Morgan.

Thoughts of a young waitress and a sandy-haired boy invade his thoughts. Regret, anger, fear, they rage in his gut, a maelstrom of repressed emotion threatening to boil over.

“Leave me alone-”

Your voice cuts through his wallowing like a sharpened knife. Immediately, all sense of his nervousness and pensive thought are gone - replaced by a burning rage - who could be making you yell out like that, threatened, aggrieved? 

“Come on now - honey, you know you want a real man to keep you warm at night.” A slimy, rough voice echoes from the glen where Arthur is quickly moving to. He’s gotten his answer, and as his hand closes on the smooth grip of his revolver, a natural motion whenever he senses danger.

Micah stands far too close to you for any man’s liking, and you scowl up at him from where you have gotten up from your seat on a fallen tree trunk.

You narrow your eyes as his hand closes around your bicep, “Let go of me, Micah.”

Micah smirks, his grimy hand moving up toward your neckline, “Morgan’ll never know -”

Before you can raise your voice at him further, Micah is yanked away from you, his hand around your arm jolts you forward before he lets go, but not before your blouse tears at the shoulder, the seam ripping along your neckline. You yelp as you regain your footing and clutch at the fabric of your blouse, your chemise and the swell of your breast visible before you can scramble to cover yourself.

“Tha’ fuck-?” Micah yells as he is drawn backward in surprise. You stumble a few steps back, the shadowed figure who pulled Micah from you visible now in the afternoon light.

Arthur grabs Micah by the neck, throwing him to the ground with relative ease. Swinging his leg over Micah’s chest, he leans over the man and sneers as he tightens his grip around his throat.

“I ever see you come near her again, I will rip your goddamn throat out.” Arthur threatens, unconcerned as Micah begins to gasp and cough under his iron grip. “You hear that?”

“Morg- ack- Morgan..-” Micah struggles, his hands around Arthur’s forearm, but he cannot move the larger man atop him.

“Arthur-” 

Arthur looks up, his heart racing in the way that a job gets him going - the thrill of the hunt, the joy of the kill. 

You look horrified, clutching at your ripped shirt over your breast.

“Arthur, stop. I’m fine - he - he ain’t worth it.” You breathe out. Arthur scowls in return.

“We’re getting outta camp f’r the night. Come on.” He seethes, dropping Micah as the blonde man gasps for breath on the ground.

-

Arthur does not say a single word to you the entire ride into town. Not when he stomped back to your shared tent. Not when he readied his horse. Not when he lifted you onto the mare’s rump, not when you arrived in town at the hotel, not when he gruffly requested a room and tossed a few coins at the poor clerk. 

Not when he closes the door behind you.

“Arthur.” You finally work up the courage to confront him, your hands clenching the fabric of your skirt at your sides.

He lets out a long, aggravated breath before turning around, pulling that old leather gambler’s hat, and tossing it onto the dresser next to him. He steps closer to you, but again, does not speak.

“Arthur, talk to me.”

“I-...” His hand slowly floats forward to lightly lay upon your belly, the softest, smallest swell beneath your skirts. It’s barely there, but your lover - he knows, he knows the changes in your body. The rounding of your breasts, the thickening of your waist. That swell; cradled above your hips. His child, growing there within you.

“I’m alright.” You try to calm him, covering his hand with your own and pressing it to your belly, “Nothing happened, Arthur. It’s all okay.”

“He touched you. He touched you and you’re… you’re…” He seethes.

“I’m yours.” You breathe, understanding what it is he’s stumbling over getting out, “I’m yours, Arthur. I’m yours and we’re gonna have our baby and everythin’ is going to be okay.”

“Let me…” He whispers roughly, reaching toward the shawl you wrapped over your shoulders to cover your ripped blouse. You shrug the shawl from your frame as he pushes at it gently. 

You’re drawn into his embrace forcefully, yelping slightly before he crushes his lips to yours. Your hands finally land on his biceps, steadying yourself as you return the kiss. At some point, Arthur gets impatient, grunting into your mouth as you feel his hands pull at the ties of your skirts. The fabric flutters to the floor as you start to work your ruined blouse off, gasping as his mouth moves to your neck, nipping with his teeth slightly before he lets you go to undress yourself, the blouse joining your skirt in a pile on the floor. You kick your boots off.

You pull your chemise from your frame, over your head, and throw it aside, and push your bloomers down your hips until they too fall to the floor with the rest of your clothing.

Arthur’s eyes darken, and those huge hands of his reach toward your naked frame. Those hands that murder and maim and steal and shoot.  But you know, as wound tightly as he is right now, those hands of his would never touch you with anything but gentleness.

You’re right, of course, as the back of his pointer finger lightly brushes a lock of your long hair back over your shoulder before his big, warm hand cups one of your breasts. You let out a breath of relief as he squeezes gently, pressing his lips against your forehead.

His other hand smoothes gently over your belly, moving down to that thatch of hair at the apex of your hips, his fingers slipping between your legs and finding your core with all the practiced knowledge of a lover. 

A swipe of those fingers along the seam of your body and he bites his lower lip against a groan when he finds you wet. “C’mon, hows about you lay down in that bed?”

You nod, backing up a few steps to sit on the hotel bed, watching him start to unbutton his work shirt as he kicks his boots off. You lay down as he rids himself of his pants, of his union suit. All six feet of him, scarred and muscular, paces toward the bed, a man on a mission.

Your arms snake around his neck as he climbs on top of you, bracing his weight on his forearms as he gently notches his cock between your folds. He has to stifle a growl at the gasp you make as his cockhead catches the rim of your cunt.

“Y’okay there?” Arthur rumbles, waiting for a response. You nod, opening your legs a little wider for him. He presses forward, the hot, hard inches of him sliding into your body - never forced, just enough pressure to make you throw your head back on the pillow.

Arthur doesn’t smother you, doesn’t plaster his larger body against yours as he usually does, keeping himself up on his forearms and bearing his weight on his knees. As much as he wants to pound into you, to stake his claim, to make you scream his name to prove to the world that you’re his - he doesn’t. He’s gentle, he’s slow.

You sigh contentedly as your fingers work through his hair, your hips moving in tandem with his as he thrusts into your heat. His heady, full rhythm has you nearing completion imminently.

Your heels dig into the base of his spine, and he knows you're about to come. Three more heaving thrusts and his name falls from your mouth as your orgasm licks up your spine, your hands clutching at him desperately as he rides out your high. He dips his head down next to yours and angles his hips downward, completely filling you, and one long exhale finds him releasing into you.

Moments pass, and in the room, the slowing of both of your breaths is the only sound

“All right now?” You pet his sweat-dampened hair before he grunts, extracting himself from you and laying on your side.

He doesn’t respond, not with words, at least.

You take his hand and press it against that soft, small swell of your belly as you close your eyes. You feel him moving next to you and when you feel his warm lips press upon your temple, you know, at least for now, he is all right.

[camille-lachenille]

Fëanorions and fam go to the ren faire:

Maedhros: basic tunic and cloak with a hood. Leather boots and belt, a giant bag with a first aid kit, snacks and water for everyone.

Maglor: cliché jester outfit in clashing colours with extra long shoes and obnoxious bells on his hat and the point of his shoes. Carries a ukulele and plays earworms the whole time

Celegorm: Spirit Halloween Robin Hood costume (yes Nelyo, the leggings have to be that tight), Huan is dressed like the Sheriff of Nottingham in the Disney cartoon

Caranthir: painstakingly reproduced by hand a historical outfit from a Byzantine mosaic, sourcing the most historically accurate fabrics he could find. Yes, these are real pearls and gems. No, he won’t say how much the whole thing is worth nor how long it took him to make.

Curufin: borrowed old stuff from Maedhros. He put all his time and efforts making Celebrimbor’s garb

Amrod: front part of a dragon puppet

Amras: back part of a dragon puppet

Celebrimbor: asked his dad if he could dress like a knight and Curufin made him real plate armour and a sword out of aluminium so it’s not too heavy and roped Caranthir into making a tiny gambeson to wear under the armour

Fëanor: black t-shirt and jeans, spends all his time critiquing other people’s outfits

Nerdanel: Merida cosplay, having the time of her life beating the shit out of buff guys at strength games

[oakiyo]

Evergreen Collection:

Initially inspired by the TikTok ‘clean girl’ aesthetic, I present 8 new pieces of custom content! Drawing inspiration from the iconic ZARA jacket, to parachute cargos, and the sleek bun seen countless of times on social media, I intended on making some essentials for your sims game, whilst also branching out and experimenting with different styles. I hope you enjoy this collection!🧥🌲

Information about each item is underneath the cut.

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Item Information (left to right):

1. Tiffany Hair:

Base game compatible, 24 EA swatches, all maps, all LOD’s, hat compatible.

2. Alex Beanie:

Base game compatible, 20 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.

20 swatches in a custom palette.

3. Serenity Sweater:

Base game compatible, 20 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.

20 swatches in a custom palette.

4. Regina Jeans:

Base game compatible, 21 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.

21 swatches in @caelhinn Cotton Jar palette.

5. Liv Parachute Cargos:

Base game compatible, 20 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.

20 swatches in a custom palette.

6. Brie Jacket:

Base game compatible, 10 leather swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.

Sweater accessory found in gloves category with 20 swatches in a custom palette.

7. Belle Earrings:

Base game compatible, 6 metal swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.

8. Layla Hair:

Base game compatible, 24 EA swatches, all maps, all LOD’s, hat compatible.

Bandanna accessory file found in hats category to recolour in 20 swatches in a custom palette.

Credits and End Bits:

Please report any issues you have with this collection (or any custom content of mine) via a Tumblr direct message, including photos of your issue.

A massive thank you to @qicc for the continued help and support with my custom content endeavours, it is greatly appreciated!

Thank you to @greenllamas for helping (and teaching me) with the texturing.

Thank you guys very much for the continued support you have shown me, it’s truly unbelievable! I hope you enjoy this collection as much as I do. It was a real labour of love making this and I am so happy with the end results!

If you use any of my custom content, please tag me or use “#oakiyo”, I’d love to see your sims wearing my stuff!