#and most of the shirts are crop tops ):

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Brother saw my outfit for today and said Is That Sebastian Shaw chat should i kill myself now or wait until im with family

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I am far too obsessed w crop tops. It’s actually reaching a cataclysmic point but I can’t stop wearing cropped everything help me

[jaycecore]

honestly viktor doesn’t read much like a trans guy to me at all despite the popularity of that hc but you know who DOES have tboy swag that i hardly ever see acknowledged? ekko

[mitamicah]

I feel like I should probably put it here as well:

[pinksepia]

I think my issue with life makeover is that there is a lack of tops and bottoms and mix matching tops and bottoms like don’t get me wrong some of them are nice and all but some of them look the same, same style and everything, there’s a lack of diverse top and bottom outfit selection

[whitestopper]

I feel like another disadvantage of Elle's new school is that it's one without school uniform for Sixth Formers (Y12-13, or 16-18 year olds). For anyone who wasn't sure, there are three varieties of Sixth Form dress codes in the UK:

Official school uniform (possibly different to younger year groups)

Smart/smart casual - one friend went to a school where the students had to wear blazers/suits but outfits could be personalised from there

Non-regulated - basically from a suit to T-shirt and jeans, it was free game (usual 'avoid showing skin' rules typically applied)

Elle clearly has type 3 in contrast to the other characters, who have type 1. And while Heartstopper is better when it comes to Dawson Casting than most other shows (Brown was the oldest of the squad at 22 when S1 filming wrapped up, and Walser was an exception at 26), Elle's fashion is usually more mature with her showing more skin than what is usually considered 'acceptable' for her age (Elle's mother even says so in S2E2) - in fact comparing Finney's Instagram page to comic!Elle, who often opts for looser clothing and rarely shows her shoulders or midriff, it's hard to deny that Finney's image didn't influence tv!Elle, especially when you compare S1 vs S2/S3 (consider her large coats in S1 to her crop tops in S3 - she dresses warmer for Charlie's indoor birthday in April than for some of her outings in December).

All this is not to shame teenagers who show skin or to claim it is unrealistic - I was a teenager who owned a crop top and so did many of my peers (though a smaller proportion actually wore them at school). It is complicated having a developing body and trying to reconfigure your relationship to clothing and self-perception, and this doubly applies for trans teenagers, nearly of whom have to deal with gender dysphoria.

However, it can be hard to remember that you are meant to be watching Elle and not Finney herself, and I think this slightly undercuts how insidious the radio interview actually is. Because it's not just 20 year old Finney who's skipping uni or clocking out of her job just to be subjected to transphobia (which would be horrible on its own), it's meant to be 16/17 year old Elle who's missed school for this. I think having her in school uniform would've helped emphasise that this is someone who isn't even an adult having to defend herself against transphobes with no warning.

[cowsaresushi-coral]

i think characters look better when they have their clothes on ^doesn't like looking at men without shirts on

[smolwannabear]

The same homemade crop shirt, just a few years apart

[acridblood]

I have GOT to invest in crop tops

[just-slightly-chayotic]

@fuckyeah-itme had a brilliant idea that I'd like to share.

Jeff Satur in this bodysuit:

I think that would be very gender of him.

[vaultsixtynine]

i don't really think the game has the visual language to capture what whf's "aesthetic" really is - i'm thinking a kind of lisa frank (sans animal print) brutalism. it's the 60's and you work at a cold war research facility but also y2k is in. she used to work for a corp and that's wormed its way into her a bit more than she'd like to admit, but the joys of Leaving the corp have been in finding self-expression... mostly via color and impulsivity, and somewhere between all of these facets we find a seemingly jumbled, somehow working-for-her mess.

[bittwitchy]

its not exact but i did come to a certain realization

nix’s shirt is v v similar to taytays in ikywt lmao

[liquidstar]

oh anyway now that i finished the oc poll i totally gotta finish up drawing them in some different outfits bc it will be epic. im working on their autumn/winter designs rn i have 4/5 done BUT i wanna do a bunch of different stuff so it may take me longer than i think lol

[8ribbit]

to any trans girl out there that has not come out to her sister yet out of fear and rejection (reasonable understandable fears)

there is the very real possibility that she will be overjoyed that she had a sister this whole time (based on personal experience) (its me im the sister) (my older sister is fucking awesome) (better than yours most definitely but granmama says i musnt brag)

[notmybabies]

i beg some of you to look up fashion trends during and throughout certain decades before trying to use a character’s wardrobe to prove their queerness—especially in regard to menswear. i swear some of y’all call an outfit on your fave character proof, while plenty of other characters regularly wear the same thing on the same show—because the wardrobe department knew what the assignment was.

[angelplummie]

art humping your thigh while you're too busy analyzing his recent matches <33

mhm. u sit with your laptop in bed while art kisses your neck. he’s supposed to be watching too but he’s sleepy, he doesn’t wanna watch anymore, he wants to feel. he presses his lips to the base of your neck, just above your collar bone. you tilt your jaw up to allow his way with you, but you keep your eyes trained on the screen.

“you kept missing on thursday because you centre yourself to the left just a bit. he always hit it to the right and you had to scramble.”

“mm.”

his voice reverberated in your throat as his lips stayed against you.

“i don’t know if you’re playing this guy again, but it’s something to keep in mind.”

“ok.”

he moves over you, shifting his weight till both of his legs are either side of one of yours. he holds your shoulder like a child holds a teddy bear.

his head nestles into your neck, his hair tickles your chin, and you sigh.

“art im trying to help you. they’re fucking you. i don’t want to watch my husband get fucked on the court.”

“can you help me somewhere else?”

you readjust so you can see the laptop better, and kiss his scalp.

“help yourself.”

on the video, art lunges forward, his lean body extending as he grunts like a man and pounds the ball away. sweat pours from every pore on his forehead, chest, arms, and he shines in the sun. it cuts to his competitor, who grazes the ball with his racket to no avail.

in your bed, art presses down onto you, dragging himself backwards. he mewls, hoping to get more of your attention. instead of acknowledging him you pet his hair with a lazy wrist, eyes never leaving the screen. he was playing better now. he won the match after all, but it was still important to review his performance. if he got too comfortable he would start slipping. you needed him on a tight leash if he was going to keep crushing.

he rotates his hips, each time crushing your thigh with a force that must be painful to him. each layer of clothes that separated his flesh from yours slid against the other, the phantom of your touch driving him to desperation.

“you did well for this last set.”

“yeah?”

he pushed himself forward, and drew himself back raking his throbbing groin against your lower thigh. his breath shuddered on your chest. he was working up a rhythm, a dragging, quivering, breathless rhythm.

“yeah. no notes, donaldson.”

“hmm. thank you.”

“are you hard?”

“obviously.”

“i’m not helping you.”

“obviously.”

you laugh. you swirl your fingers in his cropped blonde hair.

“you can do it. i believe in you.”

he doesn’t reply, just groans. his knee was bent, and he held himself up ever so slightly so as to drive himself against you with the most force he could. in his shorts was a sticky, leaking cock, rubbed sensitive. in your panties was a wet, aching pussy. but one of you needed to think of his career.

on the video he sat down, a rest period, with his shirt off, leaning back with his legs spread.

“oh, fuck,” he said, teeth clenched.

you could feel the long thick imprint of his cock, and through all the fabric you could still feel it twitch. you sighed and closed the laptop as his humping quickened and his knee raised further between your legs. as he drove himself down upon you, he knocked his knee to the throbbing of your clit. you breathed deeply.

“you did a good job on thursday. i’m proud of you.”

“thank you. thank you.”

your hand moved to his back, tight from digging his fingers into your shoulder for purchase. he slammed his hips down, making a fwop fabric sounds. you grunted airily.

“that’s enough,” you breathed.

his hips stilled on top of you, pressed to you. he lifted his head, lips parted and cheekbones pink.

“you have a match tommorow. use it.”