#bella's micros

[uncertainwallflower]

NESTING For @jilymicrofics November 2023. Prompt: Nest. Words: 75.

Found this micro half-written in my drafts. Literally no idea why Lily has a problem with the term 'nesting' in this, she just does. I can't explain how my mind worked in November last year.

James said she was nesting. Lily said she was sorting their shit out. Sure the baby was due in...two weeks. Sure she hadn't slept properly in two days. Sure she was reorganising James's socks (Baby's having already been done). Sure James had been giving her a wide birth after his last attempt at helping ended so poorly (he had been shouted out of the room).

But she wasn't nesting. She was sorting their shit out.

AO3

[sentientsky]

i’m having intense emotions about The Characters tm but i can’t articulate them properly right now. so. into the microwave to rotate for one thousand years :))))

[domquixotedospobresblog]

Ela é apenas uma estrelinha nesse universo tão imenso,uma flor em um campo gigantesco,ela pertence ao mundo,imagina minha importância no mundo dela,se nem me olha como mereço.

Jonas r Cezar

[stilouniverse]

La torre degli Amidei

Torri e amori, delitti e potere a Firenze nel XIII secolo di Salvina Pizzuoli   La torre degli Amidei, particolare della facciata In Por Santa Maria si fa notare per la sua altezza sopra le case e la fiera eleganza: è la torre degli Amidei, potente famiglia fiorentina i cui membri erano Capo di Ponte, come lo era la loro torre a difesa della città dalla parte dell’Arno e da una porta, Por…

[hughesnation]

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

- Born 26th February 2005 in New Hampshire

- Grew up playing hockey and figure skating but quit hockey when she was 11 because she knew she’d never be as good at it as her brothers

- Feels insecure that her 3 brothers are all in the NHL while she is still in college

- Worked extremely hard academically to make up for it

- Had a huge crush on Trevor in high school

- Graduated high school a year early

- Goes to Princeton University and is currently a sophomore

- She’s on the figure skating team

- As the youngest sibling and only girl her siblings are extremely protective

- Living in New Jersey means she can attend Jack and Luke’s games pretty regularly

- She tries to see them and hang out at least once a week

- She misses Quinn exponentially

- Facetimes him as often as she can

- But her favorite sibling (although she won’t admit to it) is Luke, they’re extremely close

- Being so close in age means her and Luke practically grew up as twins and were attached at the hip (Luke got sick, so did Bella. Luke wanted ice cream, so did Bella)

- Her and Jack have a slightly complicated relationship but they love each other to pieces

- Sends her brothers edits of them she found on TikTok

- Sends them hockey memes daily

- Is a micro influencer on Tiktok and occasionally convinces her brothers to participate

[angie-words]

A devastating funny thing happened to me about a year ago:

I recently dug this old BlueSky post of mine up because I had a feeling it had been about a year. Sure enough, I had tried to post through the Final 15.

Btw, this is my cat, Bella, who is a soot sprite disguised as a feline:

As sympathetic as both Bella and my partner were, I could only talk at them about Good Omens for so long. So, I sought out the fandom.

I've been a fan of Good Omens ever since I read the book as a teen but not really gotten into the fandom side until this recent season. From seeking dopamine fixes in Instagram art and reels to fix-it fics on AO3, I eventually stumbled across the Good Omens After Dark sub. I discovered such incredible stories and art and videos - it was a balm to my tattered little soul.

I eventually posted the first piece of fanfic I'd written in years and then got invited to what would become the Whickber Street Writers Association, a separate micro-community. I started actually writing fiction regularly again (and creating very silly memes which people seem to enjoy)

This was such a massive thing for me (the fic, not the memes) as I'd studied an MA in Creative & Critical Writing and it had burnt me the fuck out. Writing brought me no joy. Yet the fandom and the friends I've made in WSWA have helped me rediscover that spark. I'm currently writing the first piece of long-form fic I've ever done, having always only been drawn to writing short stories.

So, cheers to a year of being in the fandom, to getting my heart ripped out, and to the folks who've helped me put it back together 💜

[phospadparadscha]

no wonder kids are so fucked up these days. there’s no micro communities of virtual world games powered by flash anymore. There’s no safe spaces for kids who want to play online but can’t be on social media yet. There’s no PetPet Park or Nicktropolis or Bella Sara or anything left for kids to enjoy on modern internet. PetPet Park when I was an eight year old was like my safe spot. It gave me an outlet and a place to speak in a filtered way with the same people every day who would log in at the same time and who I would never know the names of. Kids are so lonely and so bored now and they’re being completely suffocated by these advertisements they don’t even understand. I think this is maybe the most hostile time on the Internet for pre teens and kids to be online and I mourn all the virtual worlds other children would have loved to have played at my age.

[marauders-bs]

rosekiller microfic that is not very micro - got bored have fun with this one gang

Evan Rosier is absolutely, completely and totally pissed off.

Barty is the reason for it. Of course Barty is the reason for it. Dancing in Dora's living room in a mesh crop top, showing off his snake tattoo and his three miuth piercings. He's found Dorcas and the new girl - well, Dorcas and the girl are three months in, he should probably learn her name - and is dancing, well, energetically with some girl who was brought in with Reg's ginger friend.

This whole thing can go and fuck itself, he decides and storms off.

It only pisses him off more that Barty fucking finds him, and is standing there sweaty and somehow tipsy by associating with drunk people.

"Why'd you run off?" he asks, leaning against the wall beside Evan.

Evan only snorts, unhappy and bitter about damn near everything, but most of all Barty. Again. He can't count the number of times Dora and Bella have told him to get the fuck over his roommate, but it's like he physically can't. Like a moth to flame, and probably just as unhealthy.

Barty rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair woth his hand, and Jesus Christ, Evan is sure he can see strands of blond in it.

He sticks out his tongue and rolls the piercing around with his teeth, and if Evan didn't one hundred percent know better, he'd say Barty looked hungry.

He thinks he knows better.

He thinks, but not a week later, when Evan's well and truly furious, Barty finds him on a night just like this, and Barty pins him to the wall, and Evan finally gets to lick his way down the snake tattoo that started this whole fucking thing.

[pushing500]

Blackdragon and Duchess got married!! Now every adult in the colony officially has a spouse, we just have to see if we can capture Socks' wife some time to convert her.

Then we decided it was as good a time as any to head off on our grand adventure towards the crashed ship! Huzzah!

But not before a tour of our micro-colony at Landfall, of course. Have to say a proper goodbye and all that.

Here's the main living area, with a "bit-of-everything" room, a freezer/storeroom, and Bella's room that she begrudgingly shares with Buckeye (Bella gets her own room because she is Laursen and Vasso's little princess and they think she deserves the world).

Here's the prison and some gibbet cages we liberated from the camp where Blackdragon was holding Socks prisoner. Those will stay behind so that whatever unfortunate people stumble into this place once we have left will know what sort of cult we were.

This is the ritual (and wedding) room and the bathroom. In the bottom right, you can see Fracturedivine the persona monosword chilling on its own private shelf. It has yet to bond with anybody, but we certainly aren't going to leave it behind.

Here's the tailoring bench in the room that was formerly used to allegedly perform immoral experimental surgeries on some refugees a few days ago. Allegedly.

And finally the animal pen, home to Shamrock the donkey, Magdalen the boomasaurolophus, and Alyona and Beta the chickens.

And we're off!! Goodbye Landfall, hello next micro colony where we can rest and resupply. Adventure awaits!

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[uncertainwallflower]

CHAMOMILE For @jilymicrofics July 2024. Prompt: drowsy. Words: 347.

Trial micro of an idea for BTDATS that's been bouncing around my head for a while. And probably unnecessarily dramatised but oh well.

She had been sick all week, sniffling and sneezing and waking up stiff and stuffy. The headache she had suffered week-long had regressed into the back of her head; the dull ache a lovely break from the prefrontal stabbing. But in its place had come a drowsiness that felt thick in the air. It slowed her movements, shuttered her thoughts, and weighed on her eyelids, urging them to seek that most comforting of darknesses in sleep.

So so drowsy. And so thoroughly pissed off. Because her cheeks were eternally hot, and she desperately needed a tea because her thoughts were so damn muddled she couldn't tell chamomile from calendula and if she stuffed up this potion one more time she was going to blow her top! But she was so tired. But the potion...

She barely registered the knock at the door.

"Lily? What in Merin's——"

The cold air hit her face and sizzled against the damp skin of her cheeks before she realised James had crossed the room and pushed open the window, letting out a puff of yellowish smoke with it.

"What the bloody hell are you doing—brewing with the window closed?" James asked, pushing her into a chair as she blinked slowly at him, at the pewter cauldron, at the calendula—chamomile!—that really should be added now. Stir three times counterclockwise, then a half turn clockwise.

She exhaled heavily, the hot anger flushed from her body by a lump of reluctance, which settled in her duodenum. "Is it time to go? I didn't realise."

"Go? Lily..." James was frowning as he pressed his hand against her forehead. "You're burning up. What the hell were you thinking?"

Lily shrugged, wanting to push him off but rather leaning into his cool touch, which had slid down her cheek, the rough of his thumb gliding back and forth, back and forth. She was safe here. She could rest here. The potion could wait until morning. "Just tell Mum..." she hummed as her eyelids finally fluttered shut, mazed thoughts forgotten, and barely registering James's rushed "shit".

[styrbear]

The Red Anise Runners.

I decided to make my Lackadaisy OCs into their own little crew. specialising in selling a very unique liquor, a bright red Absinthe, because if you are already going to break the law, might as well SUPER break the law with a drink that was already outlawed.

Also! There is a new boy on the block. Setsuna, a Japanese immigrant with a past in the Yakuza. He wants a quiet life, but he just can't seem to shake the life of crime. Edward and Bella you've seen before.

I am gonna try keep working with this concept, maybe some micro comics.

[domquixotedospobresblog]

Não se deve nem pensar em bater em uma mulher ele me dizia, muito menos com uma flor,porquê não se deveria machucar as duas perfeições criadas por Deus,que eram a mulher e a flôr,uma rica em exalar o melhor aroma e a outra rica em carregar o melhor sentimento,o amor,meu pai,um homem rude que fez questão de me ensinar que não se pode usar beleza contra beleza para causar qualquer tipo de dor ou tristeza.

Jonas R Cezar

[mosneakers]

Thus begs the question. What happened to Mortimer, Cassandra and Alexander? We know what happened to Bella, sadly.

Hi nonny! This is such a great question! Sorry it took me a bit to get to this, when I saw this ask, I immediately jumped into game because I wanted to supply you with some screens 😁

Because it's kind of a ✨canon event✨Mortimer did go onto remarry Dina Caliente. Cassandra and Alexander were very much against this, speculating that she only married him for his money. Mortimer eventually passed, but luckily for the Goths, most of his fortune and the Goth mansion remained in the family, being passed down to Cassandra.

Although Cassandra really struggled with the disappearance of her mother, she can safely say she has found peace many years later. She was a writer for a while, and wrote a successful book titled "Where's Bella?" but was forced into retirement when she suffered from excruciating migraines whenever she attempted to write about Bella. Cassandra found a deep and profound love with long-time admirer and close friend, Darren Dreamer. She fell in love with him around the time Bella went missing, and married soon after. She was his muse, and he has been her rock throughout the difficult times. They are happily growing old together in the Goth mansion. 🥺💗

Little bonus fact: Cassandra and Birdie Sparrow have put aside their differences regarding a certain shared former lover, and have recently become great friends. This is coming up in the story fairly soon!

Although Darren was already a father to Dirk Dreamer, he and Cassandra had a son of their own, giving Dirk a younger brother, Mortar (short for Mortimer) Dreamer. (Quite possibly the cutest sim ever! 😩) Mortar lives next door to his older brother Dirk, and is about Brick's age now. He met Brick back when Brick was briefly living in Del Sol Valley. Mortar and Brick tried to start a micro-home-development business together, which they called "Brick and Mortar Building Developments" Brick wasn't able to maintain his position due to anger issues, so Mortar now runs it on his own, making a decent living.

Mortar has a cute little family of his own, as well. He met a beautiful sim, Kit Augustine, a model and aspiring fashion designer from Champs Les Sims. They have a son together, little Montjoy.

As for Alexander, finding peace like his sister after the disappearance of Bella, hasn't been quite as easy. He has struggled with demons for many years trying to make sense of everything, and unfortunately still does to this day. He has turned his dark thoughts and struggles into a successful writing career, continuing what his sister couldn't, and is now a best-selling author. He married childhood bff Lucy Burb, now Lucy Goth, who has become a very successful actress in Del Sol Valley. Lucy and Alexander have two daughters, Scarlett and little Esmeralda.

Tried to keep this as short as possible, but I really love questions like this! Sometimes it's easy to forget the universe still grows around the Darlings, so it's good to ask because not every character can be covered in the story 🥰

[crookshanksagentofowca]

Will

@microficmay Day 8. Yeah...this fic is not micro at all. It got away from me a bit. But I'd rather write too much than not at all!

“What are you working on over there, Bella?” “Just drafting my will, my Lord.” Voldemort, who had previously been relaxed on the couch reading the Daily Prophet, sat bolt upright. Bellatrix’s quill had been scratching away from the desk by the window for a while now. He had found it a bit perplexing as it was unusual for her to be alone in a room with him and not cuddled up to his side (not that he would admit to missing that) but it hadn’t occurred to him that she could be doing something so horrifying.

“Surely there’s no need for that,” he said, forcing his voice to sound calm. “You’re young yet.” She turned to face him, a grave look in her eyes. “We’re in the midst of a war, my Lord. I could die at any minute. I don’t plan to, of course, but I want to take precautions just in case.” “What do you mean by ‘precautions’?” “If I die and leave no will, everything I own automatically goes to Rodolphus and I cannot have that. So, I’m officially stating my wishes here.” There was a pause and then she continued, almost shyly, “I’m leaving all of my gold to you. Most of my possessions actually, except for a few family heirlooms and relics from our childhood that will go to Cissy.”

“I don’t want your things!” he said, a bit too harshly, as hurt filled her eyes. With a sigh, he got up, crossed the room, and gripped her shoulders tightly. “What I want is you, here, alive! No object could ever make up for losing you.” She smiled, leaning her head against him. “I’m yours for as long as I live, my Lord. I just want to make sure you get whatever’s left at the end.” He crouched down, trying to get level with her, taking both her hands in his. “Has something happened to you, Bellatrix? What’s brought on all these thoughts of death?” “You know how the Aurors have been given full reign to use Unforgivables against us?” “Yes but that was announced months ago. And you’re more than a match for any—” “Yesterday, a Killing Curse missed me by an inch.” His grasp on her hands tightened, so much that she flinched.

“Obviously, I survived,” she said hurriedly. “And the one who cast it did not. It just…got me thinking.” “You need to be more careful,” Voldemort snapped, surprising even himself by how angry he sounded. “You’re supposed to be the best duelist in my army; no pathetic Ministry lackey should be able to get anywhere near you!” “I know.” Bellatrix gulped, a tear running down her face. “I’m sorry, my Lord. It won’t happen again.” “It had better not!” He yanked her out of the chair and pulled her into a rough hug, unable to comprehend the thought that he’d almost lost her. “I need you, Bella,” he hissed into her ear. “Do you understand? I need you.” “Yes, my Lord.” She was fully crying into his robes now. “I mean it.” He squeezed her tighter. “I need you. I cannot lose you.”

She inhaled sharply. He had never said this out loud before, but he knew without a doubt that it was the truth and she knew how hard it was for him to admit to it. “I…I understand, my Lord. I’ll do better. I’ll train harder.” He pulled back just enough to look her in the eye and said, “That’s not enough. Promise me you won’t die.” It was a ridiculous, impossible demand to make, and he knew it, but he made it anyway. “Okay,” she said. “I won’t. I promise.” He kissed her, as if to seal the deal, knowing she would do everything in her power to keep that promise but that it wasn’t entirely under her control or even his. Not for the first time, he wondered if he should ask her to make a horcrux. For now, he just kissed her again and again, as if his kisses alone could keep her alive indefinitely.

On ao3:

[tiaspettoaltrove]

Non correte, ché poi cadete.

Una volta, quando compravi un videogioco, quello era. Dovevi uscire di casa, andare al negozio, magari anche fare la fila, e acquistare fisicamente una cartuccia. Ti era richiesto un piccolo sforzo iniziale, siamo d’accordo. Ma poi tornavi a casa, scartavi la confezione, inserivi la cartuccia nel tuo Nintendo 64, lo accendevi e giocavi. Subito. Non dovevi collegarti a Internet, non dovevi fare gli aggiornamenti, non dovevi aspettare. Gli sviluppatori si prendevano magari quel tempo in più per sviluppare, ma poi una volta che era fatta era fatta. Non c’erano “patch”, “DLC”, e nemmeno micro-transazioni. Il lavoro si faceva tutto prima, e meticoloso, perché poi non lo si poteva più correggere. Capite cosa voglio dire? Oggi invece siamo liberi di sbagliare, sempre, in ogni frangente. O quantomeno, di rimediare. È positivo? Be’, a volte sì, certamente. Ma non sempre. Spesso usiamo lo stratagemma del rimedio, per non ponderare correttamente. Per essere più superficiali, meno concentrati. Se sai di non poter sbagliare, non dico che non sbagli, ma sbagli molto meno. Sei più vincolato al risultato, al raggiungimento del tuo obiettivo. Il fallimento ti spaventa, e per questo sei motivato a non commettere errori che non puoi permetterti. Oggi sperimentiamo, sperimentiamo tutti. Sperimentiamo un’esistenza nella quale la cultura dell’errore non solo è accettata (che credo sarebbe giusto), ma anche incentivata, tra le righe. Siamo la società in cui tutto è “liquido”, riciclato o riciclabile, sostituibile o correggibile. Dov’è l’unicità? Dov’è l’imperfezione che tale è e tale rimane, e che è bella proprio per questo? Dov’è la solidità, quella non scalfibile, quella costruita negli anni dei progetti di lungo corso? Oggi è tutto immediato, tutto effimero, tutto risolvibile. Solo all’apparenza, però. Solo materialmente. Solo fisicamente, concretamente, visivamente. Non mi piace il mio naso? Ok, me lo rifaccio. Il mio seno è troppo piccolo? Ok, lo faccio ingrandire. Che dici, mi sposo? Ma sì, tanto se va male divorzio. Faccio sesso con tutti gli uomini che voglio, tanto se rimango incinta abortisco. Dai, me lo faccio il tatuaggio, tanto se poi tra qualche anno non mi piace me lo levo. Eppure tutte le scelte lasciano un segno, anche se vi hanno fatto credere che basta un po’ di alcol e passa tutto. E la coscienza viene marchiata, sia per le cose belle che per quelle brutte. Oggi v’è una rincorsa allo sbaglio di massa. Al provare qualsiasi cosa, ché tanto si può sempre tornare indietro. O almeno così vi dicono. L’importante è correre, correre, correre. Perché i video su Tik Tok durano (o duravano, non sono esperto) un minuto. Bisogna sbrigarsi, sbrigatevi! Non c’è più tempo! Ma per fare che? Vi svelo un segreto: chi vi mette fretta, in generale nella vita, vuole solo che voi facciate qualcosa per lui. Vuole solo avere il controllo su di voi. Non abbiate fretta. Non fatevi terrorizzare dall’attesa. Concentratevi, e date valore al vostro tempo. È prezioso, e non torna.

[yasmine-cariaga]

Blokette core: sporty with a feminine twist

Is this new trend a celebration of football culture or class appropriation?

TikTok has given rise to many ‘core’ trends like ballet, fairy, and gorp but the current ‘core’ which has everyone obsessed is blokette core.

Blokette core is a fusion between the masculine, sporty bloke aesthetic with the hyperfeminine coquette style. Independent label Peachy Den recently dropped a new collection inspired by football and blokette core called ‘Glory Days’. Also, German sportswear company Adidas is collaborating with the famed Florentine fashion house Gucci for another collection.

Blokette Core first went viral due to the World Cup frenzy at the end of 2022, and the hype doesn’t seem to be dying down anytime soon as videos tagged #blokettecore have scored an impressive 19.1 million views on Tik Tok.

The components making up the blokette capsule wardrobe include: oversized football jerseys, vintage Adidas track jackets, micro-minis, denim midi-skirts and baggy tracksuits. For footwear, Adidas trainers like Forum Lows, Gazelles or Sambas are another staple in a blokette’s wardrobe.

Instagram’s favourite It girl and model Bella Hadid is rarely seen without her Sambas, which could be the reason behind a surge in Google searches of her favourite shoe. There’s been a 350% surge in Samba searches during the last three months.

“The thing I like about blokette core is the casualness of it, you can’t really go wrong with it,” said LCF fashion student and blokette fan, Kateleigh Tome.

“As I grew up with this style and was constantly surrounded by it, it’s nice to see that it’s still being worn today.”

Finding the middle ground between femininity and masculinity is the key to achieving the blokette look.

For those wanting to give the trend a go, substituting the laces in your Adidas trainers for baby pink ribbons is a good start, or layering a vintage football jersey over a mini skirt works for those aspiring to be a little more daring. Try adding pastel-coloured bows to your hair for the ultimate blokette badge of approval.

On the surface, blokette core seems like a harmless celebration and feminisation of football-lad culture but can it be argued that this latest Tik Tok trend, is an appropriation of the British working-class aesthetic?

Arguably, blokette is 2023’s spin on the 90s-word ‘ladette’. A ladette is recognised as a working-class girl, with a scruffy attitude. She doesn’t care about the confines of gender roles and doesn’t mind taking a seat at the table at some of society’s most masculine hotspots – the grungier the pub, the better.

The look was first demonised when it first made its way to the social scene in the 1990s, but now its return is welcomed with (a fashionista’s) open arms.

If you need further visual representation of the look, BBC series Little Britain (2005) was filled with characters sporting the look. One of its main characters, Vicky Pollard is arguably the most memorable yet negative representation of working-class women in the media: “Whether nicking stuff from the supermarket or swapping her baby for a Westlife CD, Vicky reacts to any accusation with indignant outrage,” reads the BBC’s synopsis of the series.

Pollard could be seen as harmless fun, but the creators behind her character, two privately educated white men, has triggered social media discussion and perception 20-odd years on.

In 2006, YouGov carried out a survey at Edinburgh’s Film Festival, and found that the majority of participants felt that the depiction of Pollard on screen was an authentic depiction of single, working class mums off screen, according to The Guardian.

In addition, survey participants felt that Pollard  is a manifestation of a ‘chav’.

‘Chav’ is a derogatory term used to describe lower-class people who stereotypically behave in an antisocial way. In the late 1990s and early 2000s, the government created a moral panic about chavs, which the media helped perpetuate.

Pollard’s iconic TV wardrobe of a Kappa zip-up, fluffy hair scrunchy, flared joggers and trainers, is a lesson in how to dress blokette, despite the character’s controversy.

However, when working-class people dress in a similar way, society arguably deems them as poor, or indeed a chav.

There is undoubtedly a double standard in fashion as clothes that are seen as trendy and cool on a middle-class white person, are typically seen as cheap and ‘chavvy’ on someone who is working class.

Kateleigh Tome explains: “When I was growing up, blokette core type clothing was what my family could afford at the time. Whenever someone walked past wearing a top from Sports Direct and baggy jeans or trackies I would always hear a comment [from passers-by] how that person is a chav and that you can tell they live in a council flat.”

The fashion industry is notorious for taking elements of working-class life such as clothing and making it palatable for higher social classes.

For example, in the early noughties, Burberry’s check pattern became popular amongst the working class and the classist British press was quick to label the check pattern as ‘chav wear’, making Burberry believe their association with the working class was damaging its image.

As a result, Burberry started to fade the Nova check out of its production line and they discontinued the once iconic Nova check cap, which was worn and loved by working-class football fans, to revoke their association with the working class. The Burberry check was now only featured in five per cent of products.

Fast forward to the late 2010s when the middle class and social elites no longer want to appear wealthy anymore, Burberry released its SS18 collection which was a Nova Check paradise. Now, instead of shying away from sport-leisure, brands are embracing the style, through the art of collaborating: In 2022 Gucci and Adidas created a world-dominating collection and for SS23 the two companies are collaborating again for another collection.

Is it as simple to say then, that working-class style is popular in fashion now because rich people don’t want to appear rich? According to LCF fashion student Saida Mahad, people wear working-class clothing: “To feel like they look like those around them,” and Tome agrees.

“Today, especially on social media, middle-class people are one of the main targets for criticism as they’re sort of out of touch. So, I think what happened years ago to working-class people is happening now to middle-class people and they’re trying to look less prestige. It’s all about fitting in.”

On the other hand, social media has allowed the fashion world to become more accessible to the working class and they are now able to influence fashion in ways they haven’t been able to before. So, this could be why recent trends have roots in working-class culture.

Now that the working-class aesthetic is loved by the fashion industry, maybe it’s time the industry starts to appreciate the working class people who are trying to finally break fashion’s seemingly impenetrable class ceiling.