#blue bomber jacket womens

[leathercollectionus]

Bomber Jackets Women

The history associated with the military class bomber jackets women is one that truly speaks of versatility. Emerging as a uniform for the British air force pilots in times of the World War and being one of the finest wardrobe staples of today, it truly transcends time. The in-store range for Bomber Jackets Women over at Leather Collection is an ode to three classic fashion industry elements. Combining a sleek silhouette, a bomber fit, and a leather composition into a single entity, these women bomber leather jackets are second to none.

Bomber Jackets Women

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Bayley wears the CRB-003 Blue Hood Crop Bomber Jacket from Fabric of the Universe ($144.50), Eco-Chic Hemp Fanny Pack from Freakmandu (on sale - $15.27) and the Techno Stretch Cargo Pants from Namilia ($160)

[cucumberteapot]

Ugh! I love how so unapologetically punk this film. Obviously, there's Hobie with his battle jacket and electric guitar, and his whole Vibe™ immediately comes to mind, but the subgroups of punk are so deeply entrenched throughout the entire movie.

Like Hobie's style, in particular, reminds me so much of how British punk fashion is accumulating old, worn, even ugly pieces of clothing and turning it into something cool. It's thrift stores. It's hand-me-downs. It's customisations. It's momentos from friends. Maybe even piercings done by friends. It's about taking things from different places and making them your own - which is exactly how Hobie ends up making the dimension travel watch. Another thing is Hobie's blue laces, which I've been told is punk-code for having killed a police officer. We as audience members can go back and forth on whether ATSV is a copaganda film or has its themes, but I believe that tiny detail about Hobie is huge for a film distributed from a country that often values authoritative institutions more than it citizens.

Gwen is implicitly trans and shaves half her head, which is, from my understanding, HUGE for trans women who experience gender dysphoria. A lot of Gwen's fashion and prom dress especially reminds me of Hayley Williams in the late 2000s-early 2010s. It's very experimental, which I feel matches her age and uncertainty about being Spiderwoman, her dad, and Peter's death.

There's also a lot of concept art for Gwen's hair where her side-cut becomes an undercut and she wears it in a pony tail or bun and I just think they're so cool - D especially.

Miles G Morales' design is so heavily inspired by alternative goth fashion and techwear - a mix of combat attire and hip-hop streetwear. It's loose yet slick with it's own customisations in the crown-cut collar and the spray-paint insignia, and incorporates high-advanced technology in the mask.

It's futuristic. A what-could-be. And specifically what Miles could've been if he wasn't bit by the spider. Another cool thing, I don't know if this is related but worth pointing out, is that Prowler wears a modified (leather, bomber, varsity??) jacket. That's kinda crazy for an superhero/anti-hero suit if you think about it. Most of the time you'll see Marvel or DC characters running around in a spandex suit or (for women) almost nothing at all. But like Hobie we see how Miles G styles himself even when he's disguised. Like I wouldn't be surprised if his outfit change was just turning the jacket inside out like a sukajan jacket.

ATSV has so many characters with the own specific styles and it's really nice to see where most franchises are all or nothing when it comes to character design aesthetics.

[mercurygray]

What Friends Are For

It's a normal afternoon at the airfield, with administration staff running errands and a baseball game in the outfield, until a replacement plane brings a new pilot...and a new perspective on an old face.

It had been the most normal afternoon in the world before the plane came in.

The day’s mission (a milk run of a diversion route, hardly worth worrying over) wasn’t due back for several hours, and everyone who’d been left off the roster was taking advantage of the July sunshine. There were men napping in deck chairs outside the Aero Club and half of a baseball game in the newly mown infield, a strange sense of peace smoothing over everything - until Anita’s voice was heard coming in over the tannoy that everyone was to clear the field and the runway for a flight in from Framlingham.

A wild scramble started at the Aero Club and the motor pool, a jumbled rush for jeeps and bicycles and anything else that could get you to the tarmac as fast as possible. Framlingham meant replacement planes, and replacement planes meant ferry pilots - and ferry pilots just might be female.

Two to a plane, a pilot and and a co-pilot who could run radios in a pinch. It was a job for flyers who were not quite 1A, not exactly front line and not exactly behind it either, and the Air Forces had decided that before they saddled their walking wounded with the indignity of being singled out for noncombat flights, they’d let the women do it. Look nice in the papers, wouldn’t it - fresh-faced young woman straight from college airfields and the Ninety-Nines clubroom. Girl flyers to ferry planes for bomber boys. It would be allowed that they were just level headed enough to fly the plane from point A to point B, but combat duty would be a bridge too far. Handling one of the heavies in anything stronger than a swift breeze was a job for men, not women. (Until someone needed to motivate the men, in which case - it’s so easy they’ve got girls doing it.)

And besides all that - it might be good for morale, to have a couple of cute faces around.

The baseball players made it in first - Egan and DeMarco and Biddick, shirts off and baseball gloves abandoned at the side of the tarmac while the B-17 touched down, slowing steadily and then turning on to the taxiway, one of the crew chiefs waving it down to an open hardstand to give it another once over. The crowd followed. ���I call dibs if one’s a blonde,” Dickie was heard to say to his co-pilot, Curt shoving him playfully and telling him where he could put it.

They waited a ways off while the propellers stopped spinning, the familiar whine of the engine dying down until the silence said it was safe to approach.

A figure in Santiago blue emerged from the hatch near the nose, bag tossed on the tarmac and landing with a soft thump on the ground. (More than one man was thinking about how nice those legs looked, getting down out of the plane.)

“Still fun though, wasn’t it?” the woman was asking, waiting for another person to join her on the ground, fixing her gloves and loosening her jacket.

“God, yes,” the second voice agreed, the smile in her voice hardly trying to hide. “I forgot how much.” A second bag, a second pair of legs - but the face that went with it made every single man there pull up short.

Benny got there first. “Callaway?”

Sure enough, there she was - Cordelia Callaway, last seen on a truck south to Wing Headquarters at Horham, trying to brush the creases out of her trousers and shoving a pair of leather pilot’s gloves into her coat pockets. It was strange to see her away from her tower, and perhaps stranger still to see she was pulling down both her briefcase and a navigator’s board, its pencil hanging by a string.

“She was going my way,” the pilot in blue offered, as if some kind of apology were needed. “We were short-handed and it seemed silly to make an old friend wait for the truck.”

The answer provoked more questions than answers, but no one quite seemed to know quite what to ask - or how. “Are you gonna introduce us, Lieutenant?” Gale asked breezily, joining the party with his cap still on and a book tucked under his arm. “Some of us like to pretend we still have manners.”

Cord, too, was a little off balance. “This is Laura Simpson. She’s a... friend of mind from back home. Laura, this is Major Gale Cleven - Captain Benny DeMarco - Lieutenant Curtis Biddick - Lieutenant Dickie Snyder...and Major John Egan. They’re all pilots here at the 100th.”

“You any relation to the Laura Simpson whose father’s an admiral?” Dickie asked, as Laura went around shaking hands.

“Guilty as charged,” the pilot replied. “Hope you won’t hold it against me.”

“And how do they have you flying for the Army?”

“Nepotism only gets you anywhere if your uncle’s a six star general,” Laura said, grinning at her own joke. “The Navy won’t let me near a plane, much less the carrier to put it on - and believe me, Daddy asked. So it’s all Army, all day for this gal. I don’t mind it much, as long as I’m flying. Besides,” she added, with a wink for effect, “I have it on good authority the boys are cuter on this side of the war.”

That won some points - the smiles got wider and at least one man stood up just a little taller. “Are you going to stick around for dinner, Miss Simpson? The cuter boys always have room for another pretty face,” Dickie offered, obviously trying hard to get the last word in.

“Well, it is the last flight of the day for me,” Laura said, shrugging. “And it just so happens I brought my party clothes, too.”

“I should get going,” Cordelia said quietly, adjusting the grip on her briefcase and hefting the navigator’s board under her arm. “I’ve got film for Bowman and Brennan.”

“I’ll catch you later,” Laura promised. “I’m sure these fine gentlemen will get me over to the women’s quarters in one piece.” She looked around with a winning smile. “Someone going to offer to carry my bag?”

Three hands went up, but Curt’s went straight to the bag itself, which made him the winner, and the whole group set off back to base, Dickie jogging around to retrieve the rest of the baseball gloves.

“Mighty nice of you to jumpseat Callaway back to us, Miss Simpson,” Bucky said with a smile, his long stride loping a little to keep pace with Laura, who wasn’t nearly as tall as him.

“Oh, I didn’t jumpseat anyone,” Laura said strongly, smiling slightly herself. “She drove.”

There were stares, and Bucky actually lost a step. “Callaway’s not a pilot, she’s a flight control officer.”

His stare was just this side of predatory, his dark eyes focused and narrow, but Laura still laughed. “If you think that’s true, there’s a lot about Cordelia Callaway you don’t know, Major.”

“Enlighten us, then,” Curt offered, as generous with his smiles as he’d been with his carrying of her bag.

Laura met his eye with a generosity of her own. “Buy me a drink later and maybe I’ll tell you, Lieutenant.”

Later was after they’d let her fill out paperwork with Jack Kidd about the plane she’d just brought in, and let him make the necessary calls for a seat on a truck headed back to Framlingham so she could be returned to the ferrying roster tomorrow, and after Captain Brennan had made sure there were quarters ready in the women’s block and filled her in on the rest of the base’s amenities. And finally, after all the ts had been crossed and is had been dotted and her bags had been left in the women’s quarters, it was just close enough to happy hour that the whole party found themselves in the officer’s club for a few drinks before dinner.

“So how does an admiral’s daughter end up knowing a WAC from Ohio?” Curt said with single-minded focus, once the drinks had been poured and seats had been found near the fireplace. “Because there ain’t a lot of naval bases in Dayton, the last time I checked.”

“We met on the East Coast air race circuit,” Laura offered plainly, glancing around to blank and confused stares. "You all really don't know who she is, do you?" She laughed and took a sip of her whiskey. "Cord Callaway is the 1939 Cleveland Powder Puff women's pylons champion. She's not just a pilot - she's a racer. And an acrobat, while we’re talking."

"You're shitting me." That was Bucky, sitting back in his chair.

"Not for a moment," Laura assured him. "She's one of the best fliers I know. She did the course at Cleveland and took five seconds off the standing record that year - and she did it in last year’s plane."

"So what the hell's she doing up in a control tower?"

"You'd have to ask her that, Lieutenant Biddick. I only know part of the story."

“So share the part you know,” Bucky advised.

Laura looked around at the waiting faces and settled into her chair. “You all know she grew up at Wright Patterson, right? Her old man’s an engineer there - helps run tests on government contract models. She grew up flying - took lessons from officers at the base when her dad was working late. Practice something long enough and you get good at it, and she got good. The guys who were teaching her were all test pilots - taught her rolls and spins, and she got good at those, too. The Air Force usually sent a couple of guys to Cleveland, and one year she went with. They let her take one of the planes out as a joke, and she smoked three quarters of the field - no one knew who she was or where she’d come from. Next thing you know she’s got a Ninety-Nines membership and an invite to the next meet and one of the guys at Curtis is talking to her about flying their plane - once they find out she’s Wilson Callaway’s daughter. They figure that making it easy enough for a girl to fly will be a selling point.” She smirked. “It’s not just six star generals and admirals, you know.”

Bucky cut in. “Get to the part about the tower.”

If Laura seemed surprised by his insistence she didn’t say anything, just kept on with the story. “Jackie Cochran had reached out to a number of us in...was that the same year? I think it was. Wanting to talk about flying for England - ferrying duties. I didn’t feel like it, but then Nancy Love reached out...maybe a year later, a year and a half, about doing the same thing stateside, after Arnold asked her, and that sounded good to me. I called around to see who else I might be seeing, and I thought for sure Cord would be game, but she - she said she wasn’t doing it, that she was joining the WAC instead to do air traffic.” She paused, took a sip of her drink. “There was ...a guy she’d been mentioning a lot, and apparently there’d been an accident. He was due to join his squadron in a week.” Laura took another sip of whiskey, ice clipping around in her glass. The entire group had gone silent. “Captain James Chapman. Jimmy. When your number’s up, I suppose.” She raised her eyebrows and finished the rest of her whiskey. “And that’s what I know about that. If you want whatever’s left of the story, you’ll have to get it from her.”

It was a somber note to end on, but the mess sergeant was ringing the bell for chow, and man by man they trooped out to the dining hall, Curt and Dickie having apparently claimed the right to have Laura sit at their table. By the time they got to dinner everyone was talking and laughing again.

--

The officer’s club certainly wasn’t crowded after dinner, but Bucky still slid into the seat directly next to Cord and made himself comfortable watching Laura with her current dance partner across the room. For a moment the two sat in silence. “I think Curt’s getting ready to propose to your friend,” Bucky said, casually.

The observation made her glance up in alarm. He was right - Curt looked very serious indeed, his hand gently cradling hers as the two danced. “Someone had better tell him to save it,” she warned. “Laura’s already spoken for. She’s got a boyfriend over in Fighter Command with a right hook that’s just as good as Curt’s.”

Bucky seemed to be considering it for a moment, but he remained in his chair, his eyes fixed on Cord again. “You know, she’s telling some wild stories about your course record in Cleveland, Lieutenant.”

Cord met his eye for a moment in fear, her eyes quickly falling back to her drink. “I wish she wouldn’t,” she said, softly.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Bucky leaned over the table, his glass in both hands. “About being a pilot?”

“I didn’t think it was relevant.”

“So then why’d you give up flying?” Bucky wasn’t taking no for an answer here, clearly trying to understand more. “They would have let you, same as her. Was it this guy - this guy Jimmy?”

The name made her freeze for a moment, a deer under the hunter’s eye. “She told that story, too?”

Bucky nodded and leaned back in his chair again. “I have to say, I’m kinda struggling to picture you breaking your heart over a boyfriend, but what do I know?”

“That’s not why I did it.” Her tone was almost harsh. “It wasn’t a broken heart, and he ...wasn’t my boyfriend.” She said all this like that would be the end of the matter, and then made the mistake of glancing at Bucky, who said nothing, spreading his hands and raising his eyebrows like he was inviting her to say more. “It was an accident,” she said, finally. “A terrible, perfectly avoidable accident.” Again he said nothing, the silence guilting her to speak. “Control gave him and the next pilot in the flight pattern the wrong approach angle and windspeed - they collided in midair.”

If Bucky had a smart reply to that, he couldn’t immediately find it, and Cord, for once, looked vindicated. Every pilot worth his salt knew you invited trouble by talking about air accidents, and what she’d just described was one hell of a mistake. “Decided then war didn’t need more pilots,” she added, draining her drink with a bitter look. “It needed more people to get them back on the ground safe.” She scraped her chair backwards and stood up, leaving the empty glass between them. “I’m going to bed. I think Laura knows where she’s staying. Don’t let her get into too much trouble.” And then, just like that, she was gone, and Bucky was left alone at the table, staring at her wake. Plane crashes, pylons champions... Cord Callaway, a pilot!

The music wound down and Laura flung herself into Cord’s vacated seat, flushed and smiling and breathing heavily, a fresh glass in her hand. “You look like a man trying to figure something out, Major.”

“I am,” Bucky decided, sitting up a little and smoothing out his jacket. “I’m trying to figure out how the two of you are friends when you’re goddamn delightful and Callaway is -”

Laura rolled her eyes. “She’s not always like that, you know. She’s got a big job up there, and she takes it very seriously.” She brushed a hair out of her eyes and took a long sip of her drink. “You know, Cord talked a lot about you, on the way over,” she said, watching Bucky for signs of life. He looked up in surprise. “I mean, she talked about everyone, but she talked a lot about you in particular, Major Egan.”

Bucky scoffed. “Well, that’s not surprising. I’m a stone in her shoe. She trying to warn you off me?”

Laura shook her head. “She’s lived around pilots her whole life, Major. Cowboys and showoffs aren’t new.” Another pause, another drink. “No, I think it’s something else. You’re the guy they look up to - the one who’s invincible, who tells them it can be done and then does it. That’s how Jimmy was. And she saw what losing him did to the other guys with him.” She sat up a little in her chair and leaned over the table. “Did she tell you the part of the story about how she met his mother afterwards? She and his father were coming to see him off - missed the telegram. Instead of a vacation they got their son in a box, before he’d ever even got to the war. So she doesn't do it to be an ice queen, Major Egan. She does it because however she feels about you, she respects what you do. And I think - no, I know - that she cares about you. Maybe not that way - but she cares."

She gathered up her glass and moved off, to the table that Dickie and a few of the others were sharing, leaving Bucky to wonder in peace about secrets, and friends who shared stories, and just what kind of guy Jimmy Chapman must have been, to make a girl give up flying for him.

[oh-obrien]

Hi! Can you write a fanfiction about max verstappen and a redbull athlet reader who max has a big crush on?

Thank you if you write it . 😊

MY FIRST F1 REQUEST

*SCREECHES*

I ABSOLUTELY BANGED OUT THIS BLURB IN LIKE HALF AN HOUR!!! Feel free to send me more F1 requests and leave any feedback I will take it all (especially since I’m newer to the fandom).

“I’m just super grateful for the opportunity to be here honestly,” you pushed your sunglasses up on to the top of your head as you spoke into the microphone that the Red Bull social media team member held. “Being a Red Bull athlete means so much to me and getting invited to a GP is honestly such an honor.”

“And you won a national championship earlier this year as a Red Bull athlete, that must of been an amazing experience.” The young social media women tilted the microphone back towards you as you nodded.

“I mean,” you paused as you saw the team members begin to exit the garage, looking for a certain set of blue eyes that had slid into your DM’s a couple weeks earlier to invite you to the Las Vegas Grand Prix. “It was my third national championship in a row and my first as a Red Bull athlete, plus it’s always nice getting to represent such a large brand as a female athlete.”

With recent changes in the NIL rules you were able to begin raking in sponsorships while still competing in the NCAA, and with your stellar performances in your previous seasons you has somehow managed to gain the attention of Red Bull. Being one of the top women’s lacrosse players in the world wouldn’t get you as far as some other Red Bull athletes, but being able to promote women’s sports under such a large name meant more to you than any fame could.

“We noticed some pretty big names reposting the spotlight Red Bull released on you as their first athlete to join under the new NIL rules,” your eyes followed the moment in the garage as more pit crew members began to pool out, but you still couldn’t find who you were looking for. “Anyone in particular stand out to you?”

You let out a breathy chuckle and hugged your vintage Red Bull bomber jacket tighter around you before letting out a long ‘umm’, “I was happy to see anyone promoting it honestly, it really just is such a big accomplishment amd-”

“Ahh she did tell me thank you,” a familiar voice cut you off as a warm pair of hands met the exposed skin of your waist, maneuvering you over slightly to make room for them to squeeze behind you. “A very nice message actually.” None other than Max Verstappen himself was stood next to you now, you felt your jaw drop slightly but quickly recovered. “I’m sorry to cut this short but I need to steal this one for a second, Red Bull duties call.”

Max offered the young woman interviewing you a curt nod before he wrapped an arm around the top of your shoulders, leading you towards the garage. “That was so very smooth of you,” you looked up slightly to meet Max’s eyes as you followed him past the garage.

“I try,” he offered you a dimpled smile, his eyes sparkling slightly as a small laugh fell past his lips. “So, you actually came.” You watched as a small blush tinged his cheeks as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, a small nervous bounce on the balls of his feet following.

“I told you I would,” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the wall, looking up at perhaps the most famous Red Bull athlete. “Had to see what the three time world champion was all about.’ You felt a smirk pull at your lips as you offered Max a small wink.

He pulled a hand out of his jeans and nervously scrubbed at his face before taking a deep breath. “So uhh, about that dinner I promised you,” Max trailed off nervously.

“That is what I flew all the way here for, I was promised a win and a date,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed on it nervously. “I think you need a little bit of good luck before the race though to secure a win.” You met Max’s eyes as you watched his blush spread further up the apples of his cheeks and down into his neck.

“Oh?” his lips pulled into a small confused ‘o’ as you took a step closer to him.

“Yeah,” you wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and cradled his cheek with your hand as you pushed up slightly on his tip toes, “every good Red Bull athlete needs a good luck charm.” Your breath fanned over his lips as you moved closer. “And I can be yours for the night,” you finally met his lips and moved yours gently against his before carefully gripping his bottom lip between your teeth. Pulling away slightly you heard him groan as your teeth pulled on his bottom lip.

“And I,” you pecked his lips once more, “am happy to be yours for the night.” As you finally pulled fully away you watched as Max reached a hand up to run it over his lips, a large smile forming on them next. “Text me after the race!” You began to strut away from the shocked driver, pausing to turn over your shoulder and offer him a wink that made the blush spread even further. Operation woo Max Verstappen was on and you weren’t going to lose.

[lotstradamus]

inspired by the manchester anon haha but do you have any tips and suggestions for visiting leeds? 🩷

I've lived here for 2 years now (!!!) but somehow I still don't really know my way around and just go to the same 5 places and use google maps to get anywhere else. it's sad. but here's some shit I love:

Grindhouse - cheap drinks, loads and loads of seats, never too full, music a reasonable volume, and they project 80s movies on the back wall. we once sat in here for 2 hours cos Stand By Me was on. one time we watched the bar staff earnestly tell a group of women on a hen do that the bar was closed and they weren't serving any more drinks, at 7:45pm. 10/10.

Rudy's - only 9 cities* in this fair nation have a Rudy's, so I'm going to keep reccing it for everyone else. perfect Neapolitan pizza. *Leeds, Manchester, Sheffield, Birmingham, Nottingham, Durham, London, York, Liverpool - if you live in one of these places and haven't been to Rudy's yet, sort it out.

Neon Cactus - go here on a Wednesday and order wings, and you'll get half price margs. lots of great Mexican scran. don't take anyone too picky or over 50, because the price for the great food and vibes is that at least one thing you order will be incorrect. but roll with it. half price margs, man.

Empire Cafe - book in advance if you want to sample the delights of Empire Cafe, cos there's like 6 tables max. everything is seasonal, changes on the daily, and is insanely delicious. if you want to experience heaven, order the steak and chips with salsa verde. there is NOTHING like it.

Stuzzi - another seasonal, small plate sort of place, but Italian. amazing food and a gorgeous restaurant. go with a big group and order one of everything.

Eat Your Greens - ANOTHER seasonal restaurant! this one is farm-to-fork and organic. I can’t speak to the quality as I haven’t actually been, but I am a frequenter of their GREENGROCER, which is MEGA. last time I think I left with natty wine, pâté, some insane tinned fish, a jar of harissa and a bag of sunset potatoes. if you like food, go here.

SARTO - fresh, handmade pasta and picky bits. another great place to go with a group and order all the starters. I had a celeriac pasta there last year that I think about on a fairly regular basis; I picked it cos it was the weirdest sounding thing on the menu and it was fucking mouthwatering. good quality and good people! and it's next door to The Wardrobe, so perfect for a pre-gig tea.

Santiago Bar - like Grindhouse (alternative, casual) but the music is louder and you'll find yourself doing tequila shots at 1am and screaming along to, like, Don Broco. it's the best.

Blue Collar Boys - as a rule I hate 'vintage' clothes shops (overpriced, ugly, everything is XXS), but this place seems to specialise solely in American t-shirts and sweatshirts from the 90s in exactly my size, and everything is £10. this is amazing and a huge bargain if you find something like vintage Wranglers and a Playboy bomber jacket (£20, my wife) but not so amazing or a bargain if you find 3 t-shirts with holes in (£30, me). we've never been without finding shit we love. they only open on random weekends, and they always seem to have more stuff than they could possibly ever sell. it's a freaky vintage alternate universe.

The Corn Exchange - a big gorgeous ol' building full of little businesses. vintage, handmade, tattoos, coffee, jewellery, independent brands, yarn, shoes, a barbers, a bookshop, they've got it all. very easy to spend £100 and 6 hours. every so often they have a market on the bottom floor. perfect tiny representation of Leeds: quirky, independent, delicious, cool.

Silver's Deli - this is a 9-minute train ride away in Bramley (my ends!) but has become THEE buzzy foodie spot recently. go on a sunny saturday morning (cos you will probably have to sit outside) and order the everything sandwich. thank me later. if they have scotch eggs or sausage rolls on, I beseech you, order both. and if you want the sunday special prepare to get there at 11 and fight.

Against the Grain - if you've come to Bramley for Silver's, you may as well trundle 10 minutes up the road and visit the best bar in Leeds. cosy, casual, full of locals, hidden in Swinnow Mills. it's a sit-around-and-chat-to-people sort of place, with bonus charcuterie boards AND a pizza van on weekends. we are here A LOT, because Gray's Salon and Rose and Thorn Tattoo are both in the Mill, and we give them all our money. oh! and dog friendly. sooo many dogs.

Project House/Galleria - if you've gotten the train out to Bramley for Silver's and ATG, jump on the 72 back to town and get off at Project House to eat MORE food. Galleria is a great place to get breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and Project House has EVERYTHING (depending on the day). yoga! gigs! vintage fairs! a bi-annual tattoo convention meets makers market with food vendors called Hand of Glory! check what's on and head on down to support local!

Kirkstall Bridge Inn - another one local(ish) to me, but worth travelling out of town for; a PROPER pub (i.e. no tv, no sports, no shite) that does roasts upstairs and lets dogs in downstairs. outdoor seating right by the canal, and every so often they put something on and the car park turns into a tiny festival. Kirkstallpalooza is a highlight. great place to finish a nice canal walk (who am I?!).

tl;dr sorry that this is obnoxiously long, I love Leeds

[renthefox]

What makes Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi canon even though there's no vocal confirmation or a kiss on the mouth?

{BECAUSE I NEED MY SANITY AFTER FOLLOWING S2}

First of all, for whoever doesn't know, it's illegal to show gay "sexual practices" in China. As a result, the creators, even if they wanted, they are restrained by laws. It has to be expressed as strong subtext.

First of all, we have the name of the series itself, where "shiguang" means time and is created by taking our boys' names and compounding them into one: Cheng XiaoSHI + Lu GUANG. It's obviously also related to their front shop cover business as photographers, but this is what one would also call this pairing ship.

Secondly, as I've noted in previous post, the posters show them with yin & yang colours. But even the clothes used in the doghua imply their relationship is something more; CXS's bomber jacket combines both yellow/orange (his signature colours from the promos) and blue (LG's signature colour). Doesn't it have the same vibes like a girlfriend wearing her boyfriend's shirt?

Thirdly, in the chibi show, LG is a cat and CXS is a dog. I'm not Chinese, so I'm not 100% sure on this one, but many cultures will associate cats with femme fatales or with female characteristics, while dogs with masculinity as guards. In Japan, that's an actual gay lingo, with neko being the "bottom" partner, not to mention similar manga depictions in BL manga and doujinshi.

Fourthly, we are granted a short where our two protagonists are entangled in red string, while playing string ladder. Red string is a very prominent symbol for fated lovers in East Asia.

Last but not least, can we all acknowledge the "irony" of them being roommates? This has become such a meme, especially withing historical context, that I doubt it's not intended. As for the bunk beds, they're a matter of lack ofspace and money, not to mention the concept of "saving face".

Anything else comes directly from the dialogue or parallel scenes and the characters' interactions. See below.

In ep2, s1, the scene is most likely a reference to Lady and the Trump, where the couple shares a plate of pasta and somehow end up being connected by a single noodle. We don't really see the boys eating, but the arrangement is the same, and CXS even names the dish the "male dormitory's bowl" much like the women had named theirs the "female dormitory's bowl". And the ladies, not married until their early 40s, starting a business together, using ingredients of emotional significance to each other... they are definitely together as an item.

I think this one is pretty straightforward. They almost had a fur baby together.

In another chibi episode, LG and CXS are meant to fight one another as training, and both are unwilling to badmouth each other as a fight starter. Even the immature CXS, who one would guess could be the guy to make a laundry list of complaints, uses his own flaws and secrets to provoke LG. And by the way, two things are revealed: a) CXS basically confessed through a fake account, and b) LG protected CXS, putting the blame for breaking the cups on himself.

I don't know about you, but this sounds so very gay flirting to me.

The personal space these two share is very tight many times, beyond just friends who care for each other or shy people who feel embarrassed by admitting what they like in their "friend".

I don't know that many male friends who would rub against each other in an effort to charm the other into persuassion...

[ninjagirlstar5]

I love Haru, but he does deserve to get slapped every now and then for his pervertedness.

So, Haru is a pilot, that goes without saying with his hat and goggles as that's the most clear indication of his Ultimate Talent. His OG design was alright and I liked it as is. But I guess I just wanted to push his pilot design a little bit more while still keeping to his very casual look. So I, uh, replaced his vest with a bomber jacket. I'm sorry but I just wasn't feeling the vest as it looks like some kind of jacket that had it's sleeves ripped off and Haru decided to wear that cause he thinks it looks cool...which is actually pretty in character for him so it's not a bad design choice honestly, fkdgytdklymtlkym. I was just in the mood for a bomber jacket, so I gave Haru a bomber jacket. I just pushed the sleeves up juuust below the elbow to give the impression that he's pretty chill. When his temper is not flaring up, at least. But otherwise he's a pretty chill dude that just...wants to hang out and do dumb (perhaps even dangerous) teenage things and even go on a date or two. Anyways, back to the jacket, I also had it unzipped below his collar to again push the fact that he's pretty casual. But looking back on it now, I feel like I should've left the jacket completely open like his old vest. It would just fit his vibes better. But I decided not to go back and change the sprite simply because I was lazy and I didn't want to go through all the effort of erasing the linework and stuff. Just know the next time I draw him, I'm going to leave his jacket open. Also, I find it interesting that Haru's OG sprite has what looks to be a military symbol on his sleeve?? And his likes aside from women (of course) is also the military, at least according to the wiki. Which makes me think that Haru is a military brat of some sort, like one of his parents, probably his dad, was a pilot for the military or something. I could just be overanalyzing this but I don't think LINUJ would add these to his character without some kind of purpose. It'd be better if we actually had an idea of what his home life actually was, but alas, all we got in his FTEs was his love life (and his guilt over his role in Kiyoka's death, oof). Anyways, I decided to make that symbol on his sleeve a little more clearer on his jacket and I changed his necklace to dog tags to tie it all together. I found his blue necklace in his OG design kinda just...there...to fill in some space on his torso. And I thought it was kinda meh and out of place for such a plain necklace, so changing it to a pair of dog tags fits the whole military thing way better. After that, I changed his shoes to boots and gave him a ponytail cause...honestly, I just wanted to give him a ponytail. I love it when male characters have ponytails so Haru was lucky enough for my brain to go, "ponytail, now" while I was designing him. It kind helps his hair stand out when he's wearing his hat as it mostly covers his bangs in this redesign, not like in his OG sprite where tufts of his hair peaks out from underneath. Besides, I can see Haru being the kind of guy to grow out his hair, even if it's against regulations or something, like, say, occasionally serving in the military. For someone who seems to be interested in the military, perhaps even worked for it as a pilot, Haru actually has no issue in arguing against authority figures. No, seriously, if he's not arguing with Teruya in the killing game, he's butting heads with Kinjo. He may fall in line once, but if he has an issue with you, he doesn't hesitate to say it, regardless of your position. And with that, I just adjusted his color palette, desaturated his skin tone a little bit while making sure he remained tanned and that was it. Haru is done!

Man, I miss Haru. I feel like he really shined in Chapter 4 but I enjoy the little details of his character outside of his usual role of being the "comic relief."

[frozenmoonshine]

Ok, so, I just randomly decided to make a list of Top 10 hottest (male) TR charcters... No idea why, it just popped in my head, lmao.

I wrote this 97% for the lolz, so don't take it too seriously.

So, here it is:

Top 10 Hottest Guys of Tokyo Revengers

10. MITSUYA - It's common knowledge that he's the Husband Material ™️ of the series! He was introduced as this responsible, mature, reliable guy with a somewhat eccentric hobby, and you may be into the cool, calm, collected, talented, kind ones, who're good with kids and house chores, but you can't convince me that your ovaries didn't do a happy little backflip with his glow-up in the last arc! You just know he's a little devil behind that whole boy-next-door act. 😏

9. SHIN - Ok, throughout the most part of the story, he was just Mikey's dead brother, who Mikey himself led us to believe was weak, generally lame, and a hopeless loser with women. Then we got the flashback chapters in the last arc, and what did we see? Capable, hardworking, caring, loving, selfless, persistant man, strong both in a fight and in holding his ground. Hell, he cared for vegetative Mikey for four years, pretty much all alone, sacrificing his own dreams and life in the process. Also, black turtlenecks and bomber jackets. That's all I'm gonna say.

8. HANMA - Who doesn't love a bit of occasional insanity?! The ultimate troll, both in the verse and in the fandom, tricked us all good! That's just how bored he was. Annoying, completely random and unpredictable, grinning madman who's only there to watch the world burn, by setting it ablaze with his own hotness! I mean, tall, tattoed, well dressed, cocky, handsome bastard, with sleepy eyes, anyone?! I hate the fact that he's giving an inexplicably strong 'boyfriend vibe'! But, I just wanna call him 'Shuuji'... 🤭

7. HAKKAI - This cutie is criminally underrated and slept on! I know Wakui did him dirty by not giving him a more complex personality than just a Mitsuya simp, but look at him! Tall, handsome, strong, blue eyes, lip scar, piercing. No wonder he ended up with a modeling career! And on top of the stunning looks, he's just a pure, shy baby! 🥺 Makes you wanna tease and corrupt the hell out of him! 🤭 Besides, his implied clinginess and loyalty suggest he's a keeper, and if that isn't hot, I don't know what is!

6. MIKEY - The definition and the school example of that old proverb - the strongest poisons are kept in the tiniest flasks. Yes, having incredible fighting prowess is hot, being a capable leader is hot, having endless authority is hot, being "emo" is hot, being painfully cute is hot... We don't care that he's pocket sized (and mentally unstable), with his endless charisma, our favorite gang leader very well deserved his place on this list!

5. WAKA - Simply, he's sexy and he knows it. And we know it. You know it. Your grandma knows it. Everyone knows it. Teen or adult, law abiding citizen or a crime lord, the White Leopard could make anyone anywhere fall for him at the snap of his fingers! ...if he only cared enough to do so, tho.

4. KOKO - Intelligent, smart, sassy, sarcastic, and plain insolent = perfection. This cheeky, well-read, super stylish, handsome motherfucker had us fawning over his strong, passion-driven personality, hidden under the cool façade. What's not to love about a blindly devoted guy?! It doesn't matter if it's the devotion to a cause or a person he deems important (#lucky Inui siblings). But fair be fair, that habit of sticking his tongue out should be X rated...

3. BAJI - If his fiery, man-among-the-men personality, undying loyalty, and endless kindness aren't enough to make you burn like a car, just take a look at that perfectly chiseled face, cocky smirk, and glorious raven locks! Still not convinced? Well, you're either blind, dead, or not into guys at all! We should actually be grateful that his adult version was only ever shown at the very last chapter, cause anything more than that would have been beyond too hot to handle!

2. KAZUTORA - There's just something indescribably magnetic about the whole "redeemed sinner" trope, and that alone would have been enough to get him a spot on this list! But since he also happens to have the handsomest face in the show, a beauty mark under the eye, the cutest smile, a piercing, a tattoo, and a fair amount of badassery and strength, it all sums up to the total of our dear banana tiger being the runner-up!

1. HARUCHIYO - Does this one really need any explanation? Pathological loyalty is beyond hot, wearing a mask is hot, scars are super hot (as already established), suits are hot, piercings are hot, long lashes are hot, pale blond/albino is hot, green eyes are hot, skillfully wielding a sword is hot, smarts are hot, being a little bit deranged is hot... the list could really go on for days, there's literally nothing about him that doesn't make him hot. "...Being a homicidal maniac and a drug addict?" No, he's excused for all red flags on the account of pretty privilege!

[playstationvii]

The title of the magazine is 'Disney Vogue' make the font very much in the 'Vogue' style of font like the official magazine, with the Disney aspect like the Disney title. make the font clear, easy to read and it's the focus. 4K HD high quality photography of a resolution of 2000bpi and on the cover is a unknown women very beautiful jet black diamond hair, scene style, in the Disney Minnie Mouse aesthetic, she is adorning Mouse Ears, and is wearing only lingerie, corset, collar, bow, garter, garter belt stockings and Christian louboutins. Her eyes are a piercing blue grey, her hair has flecks of crimson and sterling but just a few strands. She has a professional demeanor in a professional setting, as if she's the girl friend of some famous designer. She's on an animal furr rug and she's wearing some necklaces and jewelry from

'#DearDearestBrands' Her full body is in view. A bomber jacket is draped around her loosely wearing it like a boa, she's fashioned in 'ChocolateWhite' textiles

#LouisVuitton X #Nike #DigimonWorld

[lightyaoigami]

hello monica can i ask you to rank the top 10 clothing items you would provide to our special boy light yagami?

TEN yes absolutely let's do this.

an acquascutum trench coat in navy blue like this

jeans that a self-respecting adult man would wear. like something dark wash selvedge maybe. i don't know why his pants infuriate me so.

a nice pair of tennis shoes like the veja campo

or onitsuka tiger mexico 66

a bomber jacket like this one from vince (he kind of has this but i think he should have a nicer one)

a fisherman's sweater

a nice watch. people say that if you like watches and have disposable income you should just get a rolex because they hold their resale value and this is true, but i feel like he might want something a little more...delicate? like a panthere de cartier yeah yeah it's usually a ~women's~ watch gender is made up and i don't care

i don't know maybe this is canada au creeping into my bones but i think he should wear a nice flannel and i think black watch plaid would look nice on him

let me begin by saying that i actively detest thursday boot company. i think they sell shitty boots that will not last most people more than 12-18 months. light would 1000% get suckered into buying these from a tiktok ad.

a crisp off-white oxford shirt i know this is so boring but bear with me i think that people with golden skin look great in off-white and i think his should be in a thick fabric not necessarily a drapey silky fabric like i want it to look more masc than that i am truly not conveying what is in my mind's eye but like. ll bean, not jil sander. that means nothing to most people sjdfksdjfskks ok bye bye

bonus round: wrap around earmuffs

ask me my top 5

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

Part 8 - A Piece of Her

Description: Bill Skarsg��rd, a 40 years old separated father of three tries to live as simple as he can but then he meet Aurora Lou and life becomes even more complicated.

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, alcohol, ageism, jealousy, posessiveness, bullying, sexism, kinks and fetishes, talk about pregnancy.

Notes: As usual have @b-afterhours helped me with the language 💗

The end of May

She looked at their faces, both so happy with smooth skin. Dressed up in the finest clothes. They stood on a red carpet together, he was much taller than her, even if she wore the highest black strappy heels with her spaghetti strapped dress. The dress was made of a thin aqua blue material with swarovski crystals that floated over her body like liquid. Her hair was still as platinum blonde as the first time she saw her. She looked like the embodiment of a gorgeous celebrity and then it was him. He, in all his 6 '4 glory in a dark blue silky suit with a black button up under. His hair, perfectly styled and his face smoothly shaved. He looked more stylish and richer than she had ever seen him. He looked more handsome and glowing with a big smile on his lips while she looked up at him like a giggling school girl. It was insane to see. Everyone in her circle said the same; that they didn't fit together. That he looked silly with such a young girl. Everyone called her girl, like she was fifteen and had a crush on her teacher, unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Bill's ex looked at another picture of them, out and about in L.A. Bill was dressed in dark jeans and a bomber jacket while Aurora tripped around in a short purple dress with yellow butterflies and platform sneakers. Was she trying to look like she could be his daughter? The black and white picture of them laughing lovesick with their heads close together had gotten more than 12 million likes on Aurora's Instagram. For his ex it was hard to understand how everyone outside of her circle just seemed to see them as cute together and couldn't see it as problematic. She wondered if he was with Aurora to get more attention, one more factor of his mid life crisis. She scrolled Aurora's Instagram, it was full of glossy magazine quality pictures mixed with homey pictures of her dogs, plants and food, obviously made by Bill.

"Are you looking at that again?" Asked her boyfriend while he crawled down in bed. He knew she was a bit obsessed with looking at her ex's new partner but didn't get jealous. He could see that the situation was extremely special and on top of that her daughters loved the new girlfriend. Her oldest daughter could even video call her to get advice about friends and style. She had stopped hanging out with the girls that were bad for her thanks to Aurora while she hadn't listened to her parents.

"It's just… I can't really understand the hype around her. Are these kinds of girls, "women", who should be role models for the next generation? I just wonder how my daughters will be affected by this?"

She showed him a picture of Aurora in a bikini that looked like it was made of pink plastic laying on a plastic lounge chair in the same color with her hair perfectly straight and shiny. It was obvious the whole picture was made to look plastic because the caption was "recycled plastic". Henrik smirked. It was hard to look at the picture without smiling, at least if you were a straight man.

"She does think about the environment," he joked and scratched his salt and pepper beard. His girlfriend rolled her eyes. His reaction wasn't the one she wanted and just made her more annoyed. All men became brain dead as soon as a young gorgeous girl came into the room. Even worse if she took off her clothes.

×××

Timmy Laurent had always seen himself as a catch. He was talented, rich, handsome and funny. He was sexy and intelligent. Sometimes a bit too cocky but it was mostly charming. His ex, Aurora Lou and him had been a couple since the both of them were 18. She was still shy and uncomfortable in the spotlight, while he was born for the spotlight and dragged her into it so she would get used to it. He thought it was thanks to him that she had gotten her fame, without him she would have never had the big name she had today. Why she became more loved and famous than him was a mystery for him and he had a theory that she had slept with some influential people behind his back. All girls were sluts if they needed to be.

He looked at the picture of Aurora and her new love. Actor Bill Skarsgård, 40. He was tall as hell and looked like he stood with one foot in the grave. He could see that the guy was handsome but he looked like the kind of guy that would be committed to some dry European actress, not someone as colorful and bubblegum sweet as Aurora. He sat on the couch in his New York apartment and googled pictures of Aurora together with her new boyfriend. Maybe there was some sort of charm in their different looks. He was so tall, brooding and mostly dressed in black while she was so short with her long blonde hair, cute outfits and friendly smile but Timmy would rather think about the negatives. That Bill was obviously there to use Aurora. He wanted her fame, her money and to fuck a girl that wasn't stretched out by other old dirty men. Aurora had always been naive, stupid even, so she had probably been easy. The actor had probably pulled the card about him being better and more mature than other guys she's been with and she believed it because he was older and because of that believed he knew better. No, Bill was not the guy for Aurora. There was just one guy for her, everyone knew that. He closed the window with the pictures and opened his mail instead. Maybe he needed to help Aurora and Bill to realize they were not a good match.

×××

She trekked around on her high pink heels in the roomy apartment, dragged her long nails over the black couch and looked out over South Stockholm with her brown eyes, framed with long lashes.

"It's nice…" she said shyly and adjusted her white bag on her arm.

He was occupied watching her legs, adorned with white thigh high socks under the short pink skirt.

"Where did you say your wife was?" She asked carefully, fixing the white socks.

"Business trip for three weeks." He said with a heavy Swedish accent, licked his lips and leaned against the door frame with his hands in his front pockets.

"Hopefully I’ll find something of my own by then…" she leaned down to look at a book about film photography on the coffee table and the skirt was so short he could see everything and that she had skipped panties that day. He could immediately feel himself grow in his pants. He cleared his voice and she stood up and watched him with an innocent face. She was good at that, looking like the world was completely new for her.

"Your dad said that you’re going to study at the university…"

"Yeah Scandinavian history." She sat down on the couch and took off her platform heels. He sat down close to her, a bit too close and spread his legs so she couldn't miss that he was hard under his black suit pants.

"How old are you?" He asked while dragging a hand down her back. She played with the edge of her skirt and seemed to be oblivious that he could see her bare pussy. She giggled shyly and looked at the handsome man next to her. He smiled cockily and looked under her skirt again.

"You say it first!" She said teasingly.

"48." He scratched the stubble on his jaw and gave her a confident look. Such a look only a man at a mature age can give. She knew that if he put on some years to his age she should pull off some years of hers.

"I'm 19."

He laid his head to the side with a smile.

"So that's why your parents said that I should take care of you. Come here, sit in my lap." He patted his thick thighs and then took her hand to help her straddle his lap with her soles flat against the couch.

"That's better, right?" He asked with a smile and dragged his hands over her legs. She was smooth as silk, he liked that but had a thing for her little bit unshaved. It felt so intimate, something few got to see but because of the premiere in a couple of days she had waxed every part of herself.

"Yeah. Your thighs are comfy." She bounced in his lap and he could feel action in his pants again.

"But baby girl… Now while I'm going to take care of you I must say something." She looked at his serious face with big eyes and played with one of the buttons on his white button up.

"You can't walk around without panties. Of course you can do that here at home, with me. But not on the streets.”

She nodded a little.

"But of course you can show your little pussy to me? Maybe even now?"

She giggled and lifted her skirt shamelessly. He sighed aroused and played with the edge of her socks.

"Has someone ever taken care of your pussy?" He said it filthy and his eyes became heavy. "I think your parents would love it if I took care of your pussy too." Carefully he dragged a finger over her slit and made her squirm in his lap. He spread her pussy lips with two fingers and found her clit with his other hand. It made her moan and spread her legs as much as she could.

"Yeah… Yeah please take care of my pussy…"

×××

Aurora straddled over Bill's hips in his bed in Stockholm. Dressed in a commercial t-shirt from his local gym and panties. It was almost surreal seeing her in his environment. Between his cheap H&M sheets he had bought when he moved in. In his minimalistic apartment in South Stockholm, the area he had lived in as a baby, learned to ride a bike and got his first kiss. And now she was there. That glorious creature that made him smile in a way he never had. That made him question things he had always believed.

He closed his eyes again with a sigh and continued to smile just as brightly.

"And don't just say something now, feel!" She said hitting his chest playfully then she started to draw with a long nail on his chest. It tickled and his first reaction was to push away her hand but knew he was a part of the game now.

"An egg?" He guessed.

"No." She drew again.

"Pancake?"

"Now you're just saying shit again!"

"I’m not! Draw it again!"

She drew again while Bill played with her panties.

"A dick?" He smirked and laughed when she hit his chest again.

"Do you think I want dick for breakfast?" She said with fake annoyance.

"You always want dick for breakfast," he said and looked at her with wiggling eyebrows.

"You are gross!" She pretended to pout with crossed arms.

"Okay, okay, do it again."

She leaned down and drew on his chest again. He really tried to feel.

"No, I don't know babe. It just feels like you’re drawing poo!"

She laughed and sat up again.

"It's a cinnamon roll," she said sweetly and dragged her fingertips down his bare stomach.

"But that's not breakfast. Of course I couldn't guess that!"

"If you actually had tried to feel you have been able to!"

He shook his head with a smile.

"So make that for me," she said and laid her chin on his chest and pouted. He looked down at her with furrowed brows.

"What?"

"Cinnamon rolls!"

"You mean I should bake? Now?"

"No, you can go out and buy it." She tried to look as sweet as possible and Bill stretched his arm with a loud groan.

"No… I'm too tired!" He laid down his arms again and closed his eyes but opened them again when Aurora moved from the bed without complaining. She pulled on his sweatpants, many sizes too big and pulled her hair up in a high ponytail.

"What are you doing?" He said confused and put a hand down in his black boxers to fix his member.

"If you won't go I’ll just do it myself." She twisted the t-shirt and pulled the hem into a knot so it became tighter and cropped. Bill looked at her petite stature, the visible nipples and her bare waist.

"Alone?"

Swedes may be shy people but someone as known as Aurora would make people more daring, especially the weird kind of people. With her look she didn't even need to be famous to have every dirty guy in South Stockholm tail after her.

"You can go with me if you want." She shrugged her shoulders and pulled the sweatpants down a bit more so more of her waist but also her pantyline became visible. Bill sat up and continued to look her up and down. He had never been the controlling kind of guy, not even the worried type but everything about her made him always feel a need to protect her.

"Ehh… You can stay here otherwise? I’ll go then?" He stood up and searched for something to wear. Since Aurora was wearing the clothes he had on the night before.

"I must go out sometime?” She said with a smirk and pulled off the sweatpants and gave it to him. Bill pulled them on and then dragged her close to him.

"Yeah but until then you won’t be wearing an almost see through t-shirt and pants so big you will drop them to the ground." He spanked her ass and she jumped in surprise. She giggled and laid her arms around his neck and sat her foot against his thigh so she could more or less climb him.

"You are so jealous…" she said when she had her legs around his waist.

"Nooo…" he said with a smile.

"Yes you are, but it's okay… Because I know it's because you're crazy in love with me," she said with a silly voice and threw her ponytail around. He didn't say anything but he kissed her hard.

After having eaten one too many cinnamon rolls with even more coffee, Bill and Aurora laid on the couch to just watch Swedish morning programs with English subtitles and snuggle. Bill could have laid like that all day and searched for a series for them to watch but Aurora felt restless after having been locked in in Bill's apartment for two days. She had been in Sweden a couple times before but never had the opportunity to really explore.

"So… What's the plan for today?" She asked and sat up. Bill looked at her and felt a worry grow in him.

"Ehh… Can't we just chill?"

"Babe, we have chilled for two days. Sorry but I can't stand being inside anymore!"

Bill sat up on his elbows and licked his lips. The plan was never that she would be locked in at his place, they even had been so optimistic they had just hired security for the his movie premiere but now that they were in Stockholm he no longer trusted the people of Stockholm. Aurora was too good and no one would let her just be, everyone wanted a piece of her.

"I think like a walk and maybe sit down somewhere for some wine…"

"Are you drinking in public?" Bill asked confused and looked at Aurora searching for stuff in her luggage.

"I thought so? You said Sweden is so safe?"

She searched in his wardrobes for hangers comfortably, his home was hers as soon as she put her foot there. Bill thought about what he had said to her but now regretted it. Sweden wasn't that safe. He often made it sound like it was better than it was, only because he thought it was better than the US.

"Sometimes… I guess. But there are some sick sons of bitches here too."

Aurora didn't answer, she stood and looked at a baby blue mini dress. He knew she had already decided that she would go out and he knew it also was the right thing to do but he still looked at her and knew he would probably need to protect her but also fight for her attention.

He continued to look at her getting herself ready for the day. Perfect makeup, curlers in her hair and the baby blue dress over glowing skin. He got himself ready when she was almost done. He pulled on a pair of light blue jeans, a black tennis shirt and a cap then he was ready. He looked at Aurora picking shoes, she had a suitcase just for shoes and tried the sneakers on with the dress as if there was a science to it. He couldn't really get used to how much time she put into her appearance but didn't say anything because the one time he did she had started to cry.

"I'm ready!" She said with a bright smile, holding her pink handbag and her white little sweater. Bill smiled a bit amused, she really looked like a doll. How did he get her?

"You look pretty," he said and opened the door for her.

"Thanks daddy," she said teasingly and walked out. Bill rubbed his eye with a smirk. It was really surreal to have her there, in his gray everyday life.

They took a walk along Djurgården and she forced him to take silly tourist pictures of them, even if so many people stopped them to take their own pictures of them. He wasn't always happy with the idea of taking pictures but Aurora's joy was infectious and they even let some people take pictures of them kissing. He would never have done something like that before but with Aurora it was so simple. He didn't think about whether he had a name to protect, to seem professional or how old he was. He just played around with her, even if they had an audience. He let her jump on his back, he let her lick ice cream from his face, he didn't even think about that somebody might have taken pictures. He was really happy Aurora had forced him out and he was so proud to show Stockholm his girl. His sunshine girl.

They walked hand in hand over Stockholm's bridges, through the parks and by the old buildings. He told her about it, he had read quite a lot about Stockholm's history and she listened to him interested and hugged his hand in hers. Some teenagers shouted at them and Bill quickly felt the protectiveness go up, he was after all the only security she had for the day but Aurora just waved at them and then stopped by a restaurant by the water.

"I'm hungry," she said and looked up at him. She just wanted a greasy burger and it seemed like you could get gourmet burgers in every corner of Stockholm.

"Sure." He looked at the menu. "The burger?" He said with a smirk.

"The burger," she answered with a bright smile.

"Bill!" Someone shouted at him and he looked up. It was Kalle and his other friend John. Aurora looked between Bill and the guys and got a bit nervous to meet some of his Swedish friends, she had only met some of his American friends. Bill gave them each a hug with a laugh as they said something in Swedish she couldn't understand, then they all turned to her and she noticed how his friends' eyes got bigger.

"This is my girlfriend, Aurora," Bill said with a smile and put a proud arm around her waist. They shook her hand friendly but she could see how John wiggled with his eyebrows towards Bill. She was used to it, even if she was a hardworking business woman she would always be treated like she was an accessory to her man by many people.

"So what plans do you have?" Asked Kalle in English and smiled towards them. Aurora had a good feeling about him.

"Aurora wants a burger so we’re going to try to find a table here somewhere."

"If Bill can find a table easily, it must be even easier for you," said John to her with a smile but she still got a bad vibe from him.

"We are on our way to have a beer, the weather is great!" Said Kalle. Bill had said Swedes like to talk about the weather so she smiled at him.

"It is, Sweden shows its best side for me," she said with a giggle and John looked her up and down. Bill gave him a fast look but waved it away, he had never ever gotten a bad vibe from John before.

"Are the Swedes kind to you?" Kalle cordially asked.

"Yeah totally! But Bill is so nervous! I don't know what you think will happen!" She turned to him with a teasing smile.

"I believe someone will push you in the water or something. Or just throw you up on their shoulder and run!" He said dramatically and she laughed which encouraged him to do the same.

"Yeah I guess that actually could happen…" said John and looked her up and down again with a smirk.

"I think we should go get that beer but it's really nice to meet you," said Kalle and gave Bill a hug again. Bill gave them both a one armed hug so he didn't need to release Aurora's hand. John moved towards Aurora and bent down and gave her a hug too and Bill furrowed his brows. He had never gotten a bad feeling about John before but now with Aurora it felt completely different. When the two men had walked away Bill looked down at Aurora with worry.

"He doesn't usually act like that…"

She smiled a little and shrugged her shoulders, worse things had happened to her than an awkward hug.

"It's okay. Everyone can behave weirdly sometimes."

Bill nodded a little to himself but pulled Aurora closer, suddenly it felt like every man was looking at her with predatory stares.

They found a table outside and both ate a burger. He looked at her drinking a glass of champagne as dessert. It was the first time she drank in public with him and even if he got protective he also felt warm that she trusted him so much that she could relax.

"I'm nervous about tomorrow," she said with an anxious smile. Bill sat where he had the afternoon sun in his face and it made his skin and hair glow. "A Scandinavian beauty", thought Aurora and got warm by seeing him so fresh and handsome in the late spring light.

"Why? It will be really small and relaxed. It's nothing like the premieres in the US, it's more like a home party."

"Yeah but… Everyone you love will be there and I don't know, what if they hate me?"

"Has anyone ever hated you?"

"Your ex isn't that fond of me…" she said with an amused smirk. Bill shook his head, it had become more obvious every time they met that his ex had something against Aurora.

"I don't know what her problem is."

"She's still in love with you," said Aurora neutrally. She had said it a couple times before but Bill just smirked at her every time, he was sure his ex wasn't in love with him but it did seem like Aurora was a bit jealous.

"She will be there tomorrow. I always invite her to things, I guess to be polite."

Aurora nodded a little.

"I guess that's logical. Hopefully she doesn't strangle me in the darkness of the movie theater." Bill laughed and dragged his hands over her naked knees under the table.

×××

There was chaos in Bill's apartment the next day. He had somehow believed Aurora would be a bit more chill at this little premiere than she usually would but by noon a hair stylist and makeup artist pushed their way into Bill's place. He watched her transform from perfect to even more perfect while he himself laid on the couch with his laptop on his stomach. He had thought that he would get some work done but instead he just watched Aurora's transformation. It was obvious this was the highlight of the stylists' career but Aurora was also an extremely picky and demanding customer. She was never unfriendly but made them nervous because it seemed like she had more knowledge than them.

Bill looked at his suit hanging in a garment cover on the bedroom door. It was just a simple black suit from Tom Ford but sat impeccably tailored. He had gotten a suit from a Swedish designer he had chosen to wear at first and sent pictures to Aurora. She didn't say anything about it and he knew her so well now he knew it was a bad sign. Even if he didn't want to be affected he asked for her opinion and she said it looked cheap and that it was too small over his shoulders. He had always doubted his ex-girlfriends opinions but he could see at once Aurora was right but he still felt obligated to use the Swedish suit. As soon as he said that to Aurora she just shook her head and said that it didn't work and called Tom Ford's head office and said to Bill to blame it on her. So he did. He said to the Swedish designer that Aurora had already arranged a suit for him to wear and they bought it without any drama. He was happy that she said what she really thought but was still surprised how much he cared.

"Your turn!" Said Aurora with her hair and makeup done and pulled her silk robe tighter around her body. Bill gave her a confused look.

"No, I’ll do my hair by myself, that's actually for the best." He smiled doubtfully and laughed a little.

"Not the hair, I mean your face." She looked at herself in a makeup mirror and took away some lipstick on her teeth with her tongue.

Bill has worn makeup at several premieres as to not look greasy or too pale in the bright flashes of the photographers' cameras but never in Sweden. It wasn't such a big deal there and there weren’t as many photographers.

"I'm okay," he said and looked down at his computer. Aurora just stood and looked at him and played with her nails. He looked at her confused but didn't say anything. For a while it was quiet between them because Aurora obviously wanted to say something but Bill didn't ask what.

"It's just…" she said carefully and Bill sighed with a smirk.

"Yeah?" He asked with a pointed smile. He knew she would say what she wanted if he just stared her down a while.

"It's probably the weather but… Your t-zone is quite shiny right now and in bright lighting it will…"

He sighed but smirked. He put down the laptop on the couch and stood up.

"Fine, fine." He sat down in the makeup chair that was way too high because they had just put on makeup on Aurora who was so much shorter.

When Bill was ready to go he sat down on the backrest of the couch and waited on Aurora who still was in the bathroom. He wasn't really nervous but wondered how it would be to go to such a thing in Sweden with Aurora. He had a feeling it would be quite different than what he usually experienced in the past. Aurora came out in the same pink heels he had seen her in a couple days before and a black dress. Her hair was gathered in a low ponytail that laid sleek over her shoulder. She was more modest than he had ever seen her but when she turned around he realized that wasn't really true. The dress was in a halter neck model and was tied around her neck with a big pink bow while her back was completely bare just like much of her sides, he could even see her little B tattoo.

Aurora just smiled a little. She didn't need to hear she looked good, she could already see on his face what he thought.

"I will never understand why the director wanted me to bring you, no one will even pay attention to the movie with you in the room," said Bill as he looked her up and down.

"Maybe it is because he realized it's a really bad movie," she joked and took her little glittery bag.

Bill made an amused sound and shook his head.

"I hear you have high expectations of me," he joked and laid his arm around her after they had walked out from the apartment and he had locked the door.

"You're the best, baby but sometimes you pick weird projects," she said honestly and let him guide her down the stairs. She struggled a bit as she walked down the stairs with chunky heels.

He didn't say anything, just smiled lovesick and looked at her concentrating on not falling down the stairs.

×××

It was not at all as it usually would be. They had their own security, two beefy guys that would follow them around, mostly Aurora, but the production company had seemed to have procured security too. The modest entrance of the movie theater was adorned with fairy lights and a broad red carpet that was empty while the other guests walked on another carpet to the side. He could see that there were quite well known Swedish celebrities but the broad carpet seemed to be saved for someone else.

"Vad fan…" whispered Bill for himself and pinched his lower lip.

"What?" Said Aurora, unknowing to what was happening. She couldn't see that the people that were steered away from the broad carpet were famous people and were made to use the slimmer carpet.

"Nothing babe," he said and kissed her hand before the car stopped by the broad carpet and the security jumped out. He looked at Aurora, she didn't look nervous, public performances were the most natural thing for her and her nerves would probably hit her when it was time for the after party.

There were more people around the carpet then there usually were, and many more photographers too as he realized when he jumped out. People shouted and applauded, especially when Aurora came out in her pink heels. It didn't really feel like his Sweden but it wasn't really, now it was Aurora's. There were many feelings being around her in public. Pride, protectiveness but also an awkward feeling of standing behind her. Not really because she got so much attention because he received it too and he didn't really care, the problem was that he didn't have her attention. He knew he was childish but when he saw others doing anything to touch her, be close to her his heart palpitated with jealousy. It was a bit better inside when they just posed for the photographers. She did it comfortably and with purpose she turned a bit away from the photographers and looked over her shoulder so she could show the back of the dress. She could feel Bill becoming stiff next to her and she looked up at him with a bright smile that made him smile too. She giggled and it made him smile bigger. The photographers probably got some great shots of them, drowning in each other's eyes.

When they stepped away from the carpet he noticed many of the photographers turned to Aurora anyway but when he gave them a questioning look they let her be.

A young man with a tray came up to them but looked nervous and out of focus.

"Champagne?"

He held the tray out in front of them with the glasses.

"Do you have anything alcoholic free?" Bill asked in Swedish. He would also drink alcohol free, both to keep Aurora company but also because he was nervous something would happen.

They spoke with some journalists, someone that filmed for the TV news. Mostly they did the interviews together, they were like vultures on Aurora otherwise and she thought it was boring that the security would come in like annoying big brothers.

"There is my dad," said Bill suddenly to her and nodded to a tall older man. She knew well who Stellan was and she became almost a bit starstruck seeing him. He seemed to be such a lovely person. He walked towards them with a bright smile along with his wife.

"There is a little more commotion here than there usually is," he said and gave his son a hug.

"And here is the beauty that has mesmerized my son," he said to Aurora with a big smile. She giggled a little.

"I guess it is," she said and gave Bill a fast look. She shook Stellan's hand and his wife's and the both of them were so friendly. She hadn't really expected anything else either. Stellan seemed to be such a warm man and his wife was 25 years younger than him, it wasn't like he would care that his son was with a woman 16 years younger than him. Bill's father and wife moved on to talk with some other guests and she could see two of Bill's big brothers waiting to talk to them. Aurora took a sip of her alcoholic free sparkling wine just to wet her throat and then let two more tall men with their respective partners swallow her up. All of them were so tall, even the girlfriends and she felt quite lost in all the Swedish and tall people but it was just for a moment until they turned to her and spoke English. All of them were really nice and she relaxed little by little. Even at the after party she was calm, mostly because her pride over Bill took over. The movie had been really great and it was obvious he was the star. He was funny and quick. And hot and she leaned into him just to tell him how sexy and awesome he was. Bill felt proud like a peacock and felt himself grow an inch of the praise from her and so many others and to have the most beautiful, charismatic woman in the room by his side. Everyone was quite mesmerized by them and he had never before felt a woman move with him so well. Their chemistry was obvious and people looked at them just as interested as they had watched the movie but of course there were skeptics in the room. One of them was Bill's ex who looked at them annoyed while they slow-danced together on the dance floor. Aurora had taken off her shoes and Bill had lifted her up to not break his back by leaning down so much. They looked precious, even she could see that, but what was annoying her the most was that several of Eija's friends took pictures of the two, with the couple's consent. Girls that had never accepted her but now acted as if Bill and Aurora were the leads in a romcom.

Bill let her go after a while and gave her the shoes and a peck on the lips before she walked towards the bathroom with one of her security guys.

"Hey Aurora," said his ex when she walked by her with a friendly smile. Aurora giggled with surprise and turned to her.

"Oh hey, I really must pee, do you want to come with me?" She asked his ex who looked at her confused. It felt like a really teenage thing to invite someone when you went to the toilet.

"Okay…" she said doubtfully and followed the petite girl into the bathroom. She wondered quietly if she was drunk or something.

"So you're here with Bill?" She asked outside of the stall while she heard Aurora pee.

"Yes it's amazing to see Sweden! I love it."

His ex looked at herself in the mirror. She had been drinking and felt quite confrontational.

"Yeah… But don't you feel like he's a bit old for you? I mean, you're so young and vibrant."

Aurora giggled again. His ex rolled her eyes, she hated that giggle.

"That giggle you do, have you always done that?"

Aurora came out from the booth with her shoes on and washed her hands.

"Yeah, why?" She looked at his ex through the mirror. The ex didn't really like viewing the reflection of the two of them next to each other and lowered her gaze.

"It sounds a bit fake…"

Aurora looked down. Did she want to hurt her? She took a deep breath.

"Actually it was my father that said to me at a young age he loved it so I started to do it more and then I guess it stuck?" She continued to talk with a low gaze. His ex did the same but still felt a need to just push her around a bit. The next day she would regret it because it was obvious the combination of hurt feelings, alcohol and a wobbling self esteem made her do it.

"Yeah Bill said you're close with your father… You lived with them for a long time?"

"Yeah I lived with them until I bought the house. I love my parents." Aurora smiled a little but still didn't dare to look at his ex. His ex laughed a little.

"Oh wow. I thought about joking about… Oh wow…"

Aurora looked up at her now.

"Hm?"

"Yeah, that you're so young that you just left your parents' home. Do you have your room intact at their place too?"

Aurora looked at her in silence. She did have her old room intact at her parents house but wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"You know, Bill and I were together for 12 years. A healthy grown up relationship. What he's doing with you isn't that." She looked at Aurora up and down.

"You're a child." She said before leaving the bathroom with her head high. Aurora still couldn't get a word out. She knew she would cry again, like the child she was, she would break down in tears again, needing comfort. It was better to stay inside the bathroom so no one else would think the same thing as Bill's ex.

Bill's phone vibrated in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He stood with some of his co-stars and laughed at an inside joke. He took up the phone, guessing it might be his ex's parents who were babysitting but saw "Little Lou" on his screen.

"Yeah, babe? Where are you?" He answered fast, covering his other ear to hear her. He worried something had happened. Even if nothing had ever really happened to her while they were together but he could see how men looked at her.

"Ehh… One of the security guys is just driving me around… I didn't feel so good…"

Bill could hear that she was upset. Aurora had stopped crying but just wanted out of the party but she didn't have a key to Bill’s so instead the security just drove her around Stockholm so she could calm down.

Bill walked away from his company to a calmer corner of the club.

"Why didn't you call me sooner? We could have just gone home."

"I didn't want to ruin things for you but then I realized you maybe would worry if you didn't find me and… Yeah it ended up like this…" she said and pulled up her feet in the car seat. She had taken off her shoes and pulled out some pins out of her hair that bugged her.

Bill sighed a little, not because he was irritated with her or that his night probably was over but because she believed she shouldn't say anything to him. She was the one he wanted to be with the most, if she wanted to go, then he wanted that too.

"Can you tell the security to pick me up? I want to be with you babe."

Aurora smiled a little at his words.

"You can just give me the keys. I can manage being alone for a while."

"No, I want to be with you. Just pick me up. My party is with you," he said sweetly and smirked to himself. He was such a sap. Aurora giggled, but stopped abruptly because she could hear words from earlier that night being whispered in her ear.

He heard Aurora say to the driver that they would pick him up and he smiled a little but there was something that felt off, her way of abruptly stopping her giggling and her upset tone. Something had happened.

×××

He didn't ask her much about the after party because she seemed to just want to snuggle and he thought they could talk about it the next day. Aurora woke up before Bill and looked at him, he was pink in the cheek from the heat in the room and his hair was messy. She was still fascinated that a grown man could be so cute and dragged a finger tip over his plump lips. He looked up at her with big tired eyes and Aurora snuggled in closer to him. That broad manly chest that made her feel secure and safe everytime he was near. She didn't want to think about the night before, what his ex had said and put it away in a corner to think about on a grayer day. Today it was sunny, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and Bill was hard. A perfect spring morning. She kissed him with a lot of tongue and he smirked into the kiss. They made out messily in the spring sun and Aurora pushed down his boxers so his cock slapped against his stomach but they were abruptly interrupted by Aurora's phone. She ignored it ones, like she had done when it rang in the middle of the night but when it called again she felt forced to answer.

"I'm sorry…" She said to Bill. "Hey Andrew."

"God why don't you answer? I've been trying to call you all night!"

"Hello, time difference? I've been sleeping."

Andrew sighed loudly.

"Time to work then because now the gossip is spreading again!" He said upset. Bill looked at Aurora with furrowed brows, he could hear Andrew through the phone.

"Okay?"

"Look at the things I'm sending to you."

Aurora put the speaker on and looked at the pictures she received from Andrew. It was mostly from Instagram but also some gossip sites.

Aurora Lou pregnant!

Swedish source say Aurora Lou and Bill Skarsgård are expecting their first child!

Aurora laughed a little. People made up so much shit.

"So? Why do they believe that?" She asked and let Bill look over her shoulder at the screenshots Andrew had sent to her.

"Something about you two not drinking alcohol, that you have a belly but also that Bill has told people that!"

Bill furrowed his brows.

"I haven't said she's pregnant," he said to Andrew, who became quiet when he realized Bill could hear him. "And Aurora definitely does not look pregnant."

"They’re not my words, Bill, it's gossip."

"Yeah, yeah. Who cares really? We have been together for 10 months, that's the time you can be together in Hollywood before they either think you should have a baby or get married."

Aurora smiled a bit amused towards Bill and gave him a kiss on the cheek, she was glad he didn't make such a big thing out of it either.

"I just think you can post something on IG that kills these rumors."

"Like what? An ultrasound?" She joked and Bill laughed a little.

"Don't give me that attitude. You know I just want your best Princess."

Aurora rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, okay Andrew. I will see what I can cook up."

When they had hung up she looked down at Bill who had laid down again and kicked the cover off so he laid glorious naked. She dragged a hand up his hairy thigh and Bill answered by pushing his crotch out with a smirk.

"But you know it will happen," he said and laid her hand around his half hard cock. She looked at him with a confused smile and dragged her hand up and down his member.

"I will get you pregnant one day. Maybe sooner than you know." He smirked coyly but Aurora just furrowed her brows and let go of him.

"No."

Bill didn't really see the signals and just dragged her close and pushed her down in bed.

"I will put a baby in you… Maybe even now…" he kissed her neck but got shoved away harshly.

"Against my will in that case," said Aurora, upset and moved away from him. "I don't want any kids." Bill smiled a bit condescending.

"Sure you will. You will change your mind."

"No. I don't want to have kids. I've known that since I was a teenager."

Bill licked his lips and covered himself.

"But you love kids? You're great with kids?"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I want them. And like you have three already. I thought you were finished with that?"

Bill could feel the hostility steam from her and tried to lay a calming hand on her knee but she just pushed it away. She heard her phone vibrate again but just waited for an answer from Bill.

"I don't know… I just thought that you… I have just thought a lot about you and I having our own little baby." He said with a little smile and she could see on his face how much the thought of a baby made him light up. She just felt nauseous when she thought about having a baby. She had her dogs and her plants. That was enough for her.

"I don't want a baby. I don't like that thought at all." She looked almost disgusted and for some reason felt Bill hurt. He looked her up and down. He had fantasized about getting her pregnant more than he cared to admit. Having a chubby baby that was just theirs. He had even thought about getting her pregnant while they had sex, fantasized about how his seed would plant in her and make her belly round. Aurora sat with her legs crossed tightly together like he would never ever get to come close to her again. She really didn't want a child and was so tired of hearing that she would change her mind. She didn't want a kid. Never ever. One of the reasons for her being so open to dating a guy that already had kids was because she thought he was finished. That he had already ended that chapter of his life. Instead she could see on his face that he was disappointed and upset but she would never become a mom to please a guy. She looked at her phone to distract herself and saw a new picture from Andrew but this was something else. It was a black and white picture of two people kissing in bed. Bill and Michelle. Her assistant Michelle.

×

[katherinebotten]

The Sun - Kaycyy. Aldinga. Port Willunga. Men mythologise their life if they are women. Women are filled with doubt if they are men. Men are filled with faith if they are women. I’m in the field of the field talking to the field receiving as the field asking for: an Indonesian vernacular style custom Tudor house set in a field like days of heaven the Tudor house looks pinched up to the sky like a church, scary and too thin and tall like sky qi snorting it. Lakshmi House (Hate House). Sheep skin walls. Andy Warhol factory walls. Japanese mud ball glossy walls. Mirror ball walls. Laura Ashley walls. William Morris walls. Mostly trad plain Tudor walls, a reprieve. Baby blue walls. A couch made of vintage denim Levi 501s and tartan mohair throws from England and Scotland and a dark green duck down sleeping bag as a blanket no zips. Antique military wool rug. An xxl vintage bomber jacket stuffed w duck down feathers stitched into a soft toy ersatz boyfriend I hold it. I wrote We hold each other but it’s not true!!!! It’s always one person holding another not both. Men don’t hold women. Deepak says everything in the field is intelligent. I G’d up the qi it activated some old code, the old code was rancid, desperate for an audience. Yellow brown orange baby blue navy blue Stained glass window in the chapel in the Tudor house. Sitting there on my wooden meditation stool. The house is near an ocean. I can hear the waves. Actually I’m in a different house because I hate hate house. I was meant to be a train-hopper, what happened? I walk around in the Twin Peaks waitress outfit, with tap shoe maryjanes. Tap shoe clogs. Private school uniforms. Christian Science. Lana del Rey in a trailer - he could mythologise this chapter of his life, he could explain how this was walking with god. I get a job in a factory. On the way to work I look at the stars because it’s fucking night. Two quarks on the opposite ends of history pair up in a nonlocal moment this keeps me going (Pandora’s box; idiot; “a small mind will only create half a world. Unable to see the whole, it only sees parts of the whole.” (Maharishi)). Cactus, South Australia 1960. 1970. Rishikesh. Hawai’i. 2023. Me when I’m one — I’m in a blanket I’m telepathically communicating to my 33 year old self “No more Bill’s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Not lying to the nurse when she asks me my pain out of ten it’s 3. I have shingles in my asshole on an anal fistula the crohns I’m disappearing w iconoclasm got a project extension I tell her 3 but explain I’m David Blaine which means it’s a material 8. Thefield Endone Rockstar Freeman Trust Faith [Father’s Name] Katherine.

[ethantorchiox]

queen dua !! while i'm a little salty there's no playful men's pieces in the la vacanza collection, i still went ahead and picked a few items out of it because the aesthetic is everything to me. i like the suit and shirts just fine but i got way more blissful feelings about the women's collection. that towel wrap skirt is so cute and i got it in blue, gonna be wearing it everywhere. that crop bomber jacket is my fave tho, going to be rocking it everywhere. there's no pairing more iconic than you and donatella and i would be so here for a larger men's collection with more spicy items too. just gonna throw that out there. / @dualpas

[houseofgerrard]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: LEVI'S Bomber Jacket Black Stars.

[anewgolfusa]

From Sporty to Street-Ready: Casual Wear Ideas for Golf Shirts

Golf shirts no longer only fit the golfing grounds. In this sense, this study investigates how easily men's short sleeve golf shirts and women's sleeveless golf shirts fit into regular attire. These shirts can be made to classify the variations between athletic performance gear and leisure sportswear, regardless of the occasion—a social event, weekend chores, or an office environment.

Why Golf Shirts Are Perfect for Casual Wear

Golf shirts are made from soft, lightweight fabrics which are comfortable enough. Here are a few of the top reasons they fit perfectly in casual wear:

Lightweight Materials: Golf shirts work in the regulation of temperature, perfect for all-day comfort.

Moisture-wicking properties: These shirts maintain wearers as cool and dry as possible - even on extremely hot days.

Trendy Fit: With modern styles, it is very suitable for casual and semi-casual dressing.

No-Wrinkle Fabric: It consumes fewer hours in management, so these shirts can look great without ironing.

How to Style Men's Short Sleeve Golf Shirts for Casual Looks

Golf shirts with short sleeves prove to be excellent for men as they can wear them with multiple casual dressing options. Here are some styles that can be adopted for effective styling:

With the Denim Jeans: A short sleeve golf shirt goes quite well when combined with dark jeans for a polished yet laid-back look.

With Chinos or Khakis: Lighter shades of chinos will make for an extra relaxed occasion that's perfect for brunches or evening meetups.

Under a Jacket: You can layer a golf shirt under a blazer or bomber jacket to make for a very smart-casual look.

Sneakers or Loafers: Add low-profile sneakers for casual comfort or loafers for a more elevated style.

Bringing Women's Sleeveless Golf Shirts to Casual Wardrobes

Women's sleeveless golf shirts are fresh in reflecting the ease of movement and chic style. Here are some ways to bring them to casual wear:

High-Waisted Shorts: Over them, it will give a chic athleisure look.

Leggings: Sleeveless golf shirts can be paired with printed or black leggings for an athletic look.

Layered with Cardigans: Putting on sleeveless golf shirts layered with lightweight cardigans is versatile enough for cozier evenings.

Scarves or Jewelry: One can pair these shirts with smaller accessories that might be suitable for relaxed parties.

Colors and Patterns

In changing their golfing short sleeve version for men into a casual sleeveless women's one, the color and pattern scheme in a golf shirt is again the obvious choice to consider.

Neutral Colors: Neutral colors such as white, black, gray, and navy blue make one shirt accommodating for pairing up with many casual-wear pieces.

Stripes and Patterns: Subtle stripes, checks, or other geometric patterns add a playful look to the shirts.

Bright and Bold Colors: Bright red, turquoise, or lime green colors reflect a lively feeling.

Simple logos: Simple designs that use small or discreet logos are easier to incorporate into casual wear.

Conclusion

Short sleeve golf shirts for men and women in sleeveless golf shirts can capture the sporty elegance and relaxed comfort that a wearer can be after. These can serve to dress up a person's ordinary look for casual or smart-casual occasions when dressed up accordingly. But with simple care practices, they can hold their form and functionality so that they stay as a staple in one's wardrobe for many years.