#Zoey vintage

[seibusuidou]

Goods | Zoey

[wanderlustfawn]

currently addicted to twee

[froginamoodboard]

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[ouurdeal]

[eternalsa2z]

Fantasy

Zoey knew it sounded silly. Especially given she was already established as a successful businesswoman. But she dreamed of a different life. One where she was a kept housewife for one of her business partners, dressed in vintage fashion, spending all day making sure her attire and figure and hair were perfect.

She wanted to clean, to cook, to eagerly await for her spouse to come home from the office and greet her with a kiss and a hot meal. Perhaps even dropping to her knees as soon as wifey came home, slowing sliding down her business slacks to start polishing the pearl of the powerful lady who bought her pretty pearls.

This was her fantasy. But it wasn't silly because it didn't include a man - the lesbian Stepford life did not require one. All it required was her submitting to her urges and the only thing silly was that she hadn't give in already.

[shopaholixs]

Zoë Kravitz wearing vintage dress and underwear by Prada. Tank by R13. Sandals by Larroudé. Earrings and snake ring by Jessica McCormack. Necklace stylist’s own.

Photographed by Zoey Grossman.

Esquire US September 2024

[starstriix]

roti remix is so unbelievably cool

TYSMMM!!!

Actually, as a thank you to all of y'all, I've come up with a fun fact for each of the characters. Not all of their designs or concepts have been properly revealed yet, but some of these facts might hint to them/tell you outright :]

-Anne Maria was the most difficult character to wrap my head around, until I started taking inspiration from fictional characters. Her character was inspired by Rapunzel (from Tangled).

-B was originally going to be more of an intimidating tough guy, but I liked him being as chill as his canon self more. He only looks intimidating now. He's still friends with Dawn.

-Brick is one of my personal favourites because of the direction I went with his character and backstory. This bad boy can fit so much guilt in him :D

-Cameron is partly based on the fact core from Portal 2.

-Dakota's design was the one I struggled with the most, due to the nature of her character.

-Dawn was partly inspired by Shaolin monks. She still drives Scott insane (and can totally kick his ass).

-Jo’s hair was based on her actual untucked/wet hair design. Also, as opposed to canon Dawn, most animals are terrified of her. Yes, even the big mutant ones.

-Lightning was inspired by Victor Frankenstein (the aesthetics not the mental illness). He was my favourite concept when I first thought of this AU.

-Mike is a famous actor. He still has DID.

-Sam is a vintage tech nerd. I'd say he's the most chill of the cast, right next to B.

-Scott was initially going to be more neutral (as he was influenced by brick’s personality at the time) but i thought that was bland and turned him into his beta self 🔥🔥🔥

-Staci was influenced by Keeping up with the Kardashians. She's probably the one I find funniest.

-Zoey is a REAL gamer girl. Not those fake ones that play mobile games😒😒🙄🙄🙄. I also took inspiration from those 2012 'random XD' Deviantart girlies.

-They don’t have confirmed sexualities.

-Samkota and Zoke are still canon.

-Ooh, forgot to mention. The team names are the Mutant Mole Rats and the Radioactive Roaches.

-The elimination order is not the same as canon, nor are the events that happen in the narrative.

Everyone is still themselves at their core. It’s still Brick. It’s still Zoey. It's still Sam, Lightning, Jo, and whoever else, no matter how different they may look or act.

[rhythmantics]

the zoey that lives in my head was the kid of a park ranger from BC who used to let her tag along all the time, wrestling bears and roughing it animal-style, until she let slip to her classmates that she and her dad resorted to eating grubs when they got lost one summer. It being a small and conservative town, they never let Zoey the Bug Eater live it down. capitalizing on her love of indie music and vintage clothing (and her existing skill with sewing, which she learned from her dad), she decided to totally re-invent herself when she auditioned for the show. pretending to be your average hipster girl from Vancouver, she is desperate to make friends, and certain that no one will like her if they know she knows 20 ways to skin a deer. but her survivalist instincts lurk just beneath the surface...

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Wordcount: 2599

Summary:

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

Warnings:

Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Exes, Jax Teller Being an Asshole, Semi-Public Sex, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Fuckboy Steve Rogers, rubbing it in your exes face, Teaching A Lesson

Notes:

Hello Heathens, I was feeling some type of way and well this is what came of it. Enjoy the fuck you Steve vibes. Songs lyrics used are in bold. All songs will be credited in the end notes :) HAPPY READING!

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The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her And I don't really blame you 'cause Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward Are you in love like we were? If I were you, I'd probably keep her Makes me wanna hit her when I see her 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Ooh, she the one I should hate But I wanna know how she taste I kinda wanna hit her when I see her Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining.

As predicted, The Howlies make it to the next round. This time we were afforded the chance to watch them go before us.

They leaned full on into the whole sexy bad boy thing, playing “I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE”. A song I helped Steve write. It’s a great song. Really gets the ladies hot and bothered. Never ceases to get them laid. Regardless of if they’re attached.

It’s cute that they think they somehow have the upper hand. I have more talent in my pinky finger than the lot of them combined. Plus all that feminine rage to go with it. 

With a whispered last line, the song is over. We wait for the next band to finish before we take the stage.

Where The Howlies went for a sexy hair band vibe for this round. We’ve taken the gritty and dirty approach by performing “Drain The Blood”. 

See we’re no one trick pony. We can growl and scream with the best of them. While still remaining soft and feminine at the same time.

This song always gets the crowd going. I can see elbows benign thrown and shoulders getting checked from my vantage point on stage. I just feed into the frenzy, hypnotizing the bar with our haunting harmonies over rough chords.

Another round in the bag.

As the night carries on, both of our bands make it to the final round. This is where we pull out all the stops and show them who the better band truly is.

Man is this going to feel great.

The time has come to begin the final round.

It’s just us and The Howlies up on stage ready to give one final performance each. Facing off against each other as we share a stage.

We flipped a coin and the boys won, choosing to go first. Steve saunters up to the mic as the familiar beat of “Tear You Apart” begins behind him. 

I’m not surprised they chose to perform this song. It really is their best. Get’s the girls going crazy. They may think they have it in the bag with his haunting tune. 

But they couldn't be more wrong. 

I watch from our spot at the back of the stage, as Steve swivels and sways his large body to the beat. Singing about crossing the line from friends to lovers. The obsessive need to devour and take control. 

He once told me that I was the inspiration behind the music. That he had hungered for me from the moment he met me. That he spent days just biding his time, his mind obsessing. Playing an endless loop of me smiling sweetly. My touches, innocent in nature, felt anything but to him.

I was fuel to his creative mind. The ache he could not soothe until I was unattached.

When I was free from that biker shaped attachment he made his move.

It was intense and volatile. Burning out as quickly as it was set ablaze. For Steven wanted my heart when it has always belonged to another.

He makes a point to turn his back to the audience and move his hips like a hedonistic Elvis. We lock eyes as he sings the last line.

Give me those Ocean eyes all you want, pretty boy. I will never be yours for more than the memories I left your damaged soul with.

If he thought singing that song was going to throw me off somehow because of my affiliation to it, he was more delusional than I thought.

Two can play that game. And I am far better at it.

We wait for the swooning women to settle down as The Howlies step to the side of the stage and take our places. I make a show out of lowering the mic stand while Zoey begins strumming the opening chords to “abcdefu”.  

I kept it calm and cute as I sang my own song inspired by Steven.

I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit Now you're textin' all my friends asking questions They never even liked you in the first place Dated a girl that I hate for the attention She only made it two days, what a connection It's like you'd do anything for my affection You're goin' all about it in the worst ways I was into you, but I'm over it now And I was tryin' to be nice But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

I rip the mic off the stand, turn towards The Howlies and flip them the bird as Zoey joins me in singing the chorus.

A-B-C-D-E,  FUCK-U And your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

The look on their faces is priceless. Our song is catchy as fuck and by the time we make it back to the chorus the crowd is already sing along with us. All the women who were drooling over them minutes ago, have now all tapped into their feminine rage.

It’s glorious.

We brought it down to just me and Zoey's guitar as I lightheartedly told them they could all fuck off for the last time.

There was a beat of silence before the crowd erupted and ‘Serenity’ chants began. It was safe to say we won the battle. This particular victory never tasted sweeter. 

After accepting our prize and bragging rights, we made our way over to the MC is holding court in their favorite booth.

As we reach the table, Jax stands up and grabs my hand. Pulling me along behind him towards the closed off hall that leads to the extra rooms. 

As soon as we clear the doorway, he has me pinned against the wall with his lips locked with mine in a fevered dance. 

He pulls away when we are both in need of air. “You are so fucking hot when your up on stage. Even more so when you're being bad. Tell me, darlin’. You wearing anything under these leather shorts?”

“Do you see any panty lines?” I quirk a brow at him.

He literally growls at me before dropping to his knees and untying my shorts. He pulls them down, over my ass and thighs until he reaches my knees. “I only need you to pull one leg out for this.”

“And what pray tell do you have in mind?” I ask as I remove my right leg from the skin tight fabric. Leaving my shorts to gather on my left ankle.

He rises to his feet, unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. It’s rock hard and angry. A bead of precum perched at the tip ready to drop at any moment.

“Jump.” He demands and I oblige. He grips onto my thighs. Wrapping them around his waist as he slides himself inside me. Pausing when our pelvis’s touch.  

The stretch of my walls accommodating his thickness steals my breath away. 

We make eye contact as he pulls back and slams forward. I have to bite my lip from moaning out and alerting the bar to what is going on.

Jax ruts into me with the skill and precision of a man who knows all too well what my body craves. But all I can focus on is how amazing his dick feels inside me.

Without a care in the world, he continues to fuck me. He’s so engrossed in trying to take me apart that he doesn't hear the door creak open.

But I do.

I watch over Jax’s leather clad shoulder as Steve walks in. I gasp at being caught by my former lover. 

Jax turns his head to the side to see what’s going on. He quirks a brow and then turns back to me, pressing his forehead to mine as he fucks me even harder. Almost as if he’s taunting him. 

"Go ahead and keep your eyes on him, darlin’. Watch as he remembers what you look and sound like lost in pleasure. Watch what it does to him.” He states aloud.

I lock eyes with the heavily tattooed blonde Adonis spectating our coupling. Noting the heat and hurt in his eyes. He refuses to move along though. Almost challenging me to follow through and enjoy what is happening. 

Alright then, Stevie. Challenge accepted.

I turn my gaze back to the man who owns my heart. Whispering for only us to hear, “Do your worst Jackson. I’m so close, baby. Go ahead and destroy me. Remind the whole bar who I belong to. Then we can get some good food on the way home and then get lost in each other all over again.”

I feel his chest vibrate against mine as he hums his satisfaction with my suggestion.

He pulls his hips back until just his tip remains cushioned by my slightly swollen lips. He takes a moment to turn my head toward a stoic Steve, still taking up space in the small hallway.

“Don’t you dare hold a single moan in. Let them all know. Especially him, why we’re so good together. Understand.” Jax commands.

I barely have a moment to nod my head in agreement before he snaps his hips forward and sinks back deep inside me. A moan escaping my throat at the feeling of being so full once again, so intensely.

Mind set on staking his claim for the whole bar to hear, Jax sets a ruthless pace. My eyes catch the ocean blues of Steve’s once more. 

The lust is clear, seemingly overshadowing the hurt for the time being. I don’t shy away from their harshness. I lean into it. Allowing it to fuel the flames of my impending orgasm.

He can be jealous and angry about the current situation all he wants. It won’t change a thing. Hopefully this little display will finally kill whatever thread of us being together he’s holding on to.

I put the thoughts of Steve aside. Focusing on the man between my thighs, thoroughly taking me apart. Placing every bit of love into each wicked thrust. He does that thing I love with his hips. Pivoting them a certain way that allows his tip to graze against my sweet spongy spot. 

It’s like a direct line to my climax. With each pass I can feel the coil tighten and a tingle begin at the base of my spine down to my toes. 

I’m panting and whimpering, uncaring of my surroundings. I can barely make out Jax’s encouraging words in my ear of how I'm a good girl. That I’m taking him so well.

With a well placed thrust, followed by a grind that has his belt buckle teasing my clit. I give in and succumb to the pleasure of my orgasm taking over me. I sound loud even to myself, as a guttural moan fills the air. I’m barely aware of Jax’s name being screamed out, along with the words yes and oh fuck on repeat.

I can just make out his own roar as he loses himself inside me. Filling me to the brim while he growls sweet praises in my ear as the world seems to fade away. 

I have no idea when I closed my eyes, but upon opening them, I see that we are alone again.

Jax takes that moment to grab my chin and lay the softest kiss to my lips. I can’t help but lean into the sweet gesture.

“Come on, darlin’. I’ve been told I need to feed my girl some greasy food before we settle in for the night.”

He helps me back into my shorts before pulling open the door that heads back into the bar. A ruckus of applause meets us as we navigate around the drunken bikers to the exit. Hoots, hollers and whistles follow us out into the night as we climb onto his bike and make our way home.

Notes:

Songs used in this story. I do not own any of the rights these tracks. Please go give each artist a listen. Becky's So Hot - Fletcher I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin Drain The Blood - The Distillers Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge abcdefu (angrier) - GAYLE If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Tag Game

Tagged by @palindrome310 ❤️

I assume these are the same rules as always.

Favourite painter: I've taken a couple of art classes and whatnot but I can't think of one painter in particular that stands out to me. I tend to like the individual piece more than the particular painter.

Favourite writer: I lean to saying Jane Austen since she wrote so many bangers and she's dead so she can't embarrass me with twitter rants.

Favourite band: Sleeping at Last, my emotional support artist. okay he's only one guy but he's my favorite

Favourite meal and drink: My mom's chicken pot pie and water, room temp. yes I'm aware of how boring I am

Favourite outfit aesthetic: This is going to millenial me, but I love the Chuck from Pushing Daisies/Zoey Deschanel "twee" type of stuff. Bright colors and inspired by vintage fashion.

Favourite singer:

Favourite item I own: Oh well that's quite broad. Well, to distinguish it from below in an item of more "practical" use, my sleep mask. Gotta catch those z's.

Favourite possession: I'm going to take this prompt as a more object of value, and to that, if my house is burning down and my housemates and cat are safe, then I'm grabbing my signed edition of Catching Fire to save it from...catching fire.

Favourite perfume: I don't wear perfume often, but when I do, it's Amazing Grace Bergamot

And thanks to all of the amazing people who have let me know they are NOT bothered by tag games: @katnissmellarkkk @waywardangel-wilds @triassictriserratops @no-where-new-hero @catoscloves consider yourselves TAGGED

[seibusuidou]

Goods | Zoey

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Bloom Peters is insufferable:

Her sins:

1. Main character of one of the worse live action adaptions I’ve ever seen

2. Not like other girls x1000- she likes ✨reading books✨ and ✨going to vintage stores✨ and gets in a fight with her mom about how she doesn’t go to parties and have friends like a ✨basic bitch✨

3. Gets so mad at her mom that she loses control of her powers and nearly kills her parents in a fire

4. A guy told her she was going the wrong way to get to class and she accused him of “mansplaining”

5. Shitty and boring fashion sense, little to no bright colors and not a single glittery top

6. Season one “Transformation” is just a dozen different camera angles of her awkwardly floating with cgi fire around her

7. I didn’t watch season two, but a friend who did told me she develops a savior complex and has an unnecessary amount of make out scenes at random times

Bloom (and entire show) is written like the director gave a middle aged conservative man $100 to write what he thought “woke” teens would like.

Look at this image and tell me this looks like winx https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYjRjMjg2MGEtMmQ1Yi00Yjc0LTlkZTItNjQzYjAwNjQ3MGU0XkEyXkFqcGdeQWRvb2xpbmhk._V1_.jpg

Propaganda why Zoey Redbird is insufferable:

Protagonist centered morality, slutshames other girls but has a lot of boys herself including one who raped someone else (I think at least)

She’s presented as being the perfect person to replace a bully character in a position of power because she’s such a good and pure person, and every book it’s nothing but her calling people the R slur, or sluts, or freaks, or various slurs against gay people, or talking out loud about how ugly her classmates are with her friends, or saying that certain people shouldn’t be allowed to breed if they’re too useless or gross, or saying gay men are basically women, or differentiating between which gay people are the good kind or the bad kind based on how annoying she thinks they are. And then after all of that is established in the first book, by the second she’s pushing two racist caricatures of black men in front of a truck and kills them and it is never brought up again. And every book ends with her getting a magical tattoo no one in history has ever gotten, confirming that she is canonically one of the best people to ever be alive even after murdering two people for annoying her

INCREDIBLY hypocritical, slut-shaming mary-sue of an idiot. She constantly calls one girl a hoe (for sucking a guy's dick without his consent (no, the thing Zoe disagrees with WASN'T the rape issue, it was the blowjob!!!)) Despite having a Harem of different guys herself. And no, she isn't even poly about it, all the dudes are constantly being aggro to each other and clearly want to be exclusive.

She also becomes a rape apologist for one of the harem guys AND the Big Bad, who is an immortal who once RAPED AN ENTIRE TRIBE OF NATIVE AMERICAN WOMEN. But he's soooooo hot! *eyeroll*

FUCKING Pick-Me girl of all time. If mysogyny was a competetive sport then Zoey would be on the olympic team.

[dockofshame]

Zoey x Reader x *Mike Relationship Headcanons

(*With a mention of the alters)

The three of you were already good friends from your time on Revenge on the Island, so the transition from friends to being significant others was pretty smooth. If you three have Facebook, all of you have your relationship statuses listed as “it’s complicated”.

Mike’s preferred dates are all over the map. He can have just as much fun at a theme park- Vito really liked the Hagrid’s Motorbike ride at Universal Studios- as he can at a sporting event or at an escape room… Manitoba really likes the escape rooms. Zoey’s preferred dates are pretty similar to what I mentioned in my Zoey x Reader headcanon list as she’s more into the vintage dates such as trips to a diner or going to the drive-in.

Zoey and Mike kept in touch with Cameron outside of the show, so he joins your hangouts sometimes too! They’re all huge Nintendo fans and all have Switches… Zoey likes Animal Crossing, Cameron likes Brilliant Diamond, and Mike likes the Zelda games. They also like Mario Kart and Mario Party.

Mike’s mostly pretty confident in himself in your relationship; thanks in part to Vito (“of course, why WOULDN’T these two want to be in a relationship with me?”). Zoey needs more verbal reassurance and has to be reminded that she doesn’t have to panic about trying to obtain your approval, or Mike’s for that matter.

With Zoey’s parents, there’s not really any formal “meet the parents”; they just suspect you all enjoy each other’s company and that when the time comes, Zoey will find her person. Mike’s parents catch onto the throuple thing pretty quickly but they’re very “don’t ask, don’t tell” about it.

Zoey would 100% be the person who got a Cricut and makes cutesy matching vacation shirts or ugly Christmas T-shirts (she can’t knit to save her life, so no sweaters), so she has tons of photos of the three of you in them. She also got you guys to dress up as the Avengers for Halloween one time; she wanted to be Black Widow.

[deenadeejapan]

Rococo Christmas Love: Lady with Toy Poodle

Introducing a masterpiece that bridges timeless elegance and modern creativity: Rococo Christmas Love: Lady with Toy Poodle. This artwork is a beautiful collaboration between Dee, a passionate artist, and Zoey, a sophisticated AI. Together, they’ve crafted an enchanting Rococo-inspired scene that celebrates the magic of Christmas.

The artwork features a graceful lady adorned in gold-embroidered Rococo attire, gently holding her adorable toy poodle. With a festive backdrop of a sparkling Christmas tree and softly falling snow, the piece radiates warmth, love, and the joyful spirit of the season.

This captivating piece is not just a work of art—it’s a story of collaboration and innovation. Watermarks have been added to protect its integrity while it’s shared with the world online. Soon, this artwork will be available for purchase on Redbubble, offering you a chance to bring its festive charm into your home or gift it to a loved one.

Stay tuned for the release and let this elegant piece of art brighten your holidays.

With creativity and gratitude,

Deena Dee and Zoey

Posted on: November 24, 2024

[forcedfemme-me]

Elsa Hosk by Zoey Grossman For ISSUE Magazine Fall 2018 -Vintage Versace

[shopaholixs]

Zoë Kravitz wearing vintage tank and jeans by Versace. Earrings by Jessica McCormack.

Photographed by Zoey Grossman.

Esquire US September 2024