#blue shoulder bag

[my-outfitisamasterpiece]

Sydney Sweeney in Ralph Lauren & Givenchy at a Samsung Event in Paris 24'

[cafe-solo]

[satans-knitwear]

Someone is sat in the seat i booked on this packed train but i dont want to fight a little old lady. 😭

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[toyastales]

4th of July/Independence Day/July 4th Makeup & Outfit Ideas

By Toya's Tales

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[kindahoping4forever]

Literally no idea what I could possibly caption this but you get it

[julieschulerart]

Ocean Waves Beach Tote. Handmade crochet shoulder bag. https://jschulerart.etsy.com/listing/1575487441

[alittleannihilati0n]

I looked so hot today I don't have any pictures cause of this fuckshit dorm but trust me. Cold weather does wonders for my trans swag

[herbgerblin]

Atlanta miku lol. Inspired by the looks I often see at the Underground or at streetwear festivals.

ID: A drawing of Hatsune Miku as a black woman with long, curly hair in braids and afro puffs. She's wearing a black, pink, grey, and blue ensemble that mixes athletic gear and hip-hip inspired street clothes. A large pink tote bag is slung over one shoulder. She appears to be waving one arm while jogging. End ID.

[learnandturn]

I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.

After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.

Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.

I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.

[mcleodhandcraftgifts]

[blogofthingsifindinteresting]

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[fumiliar]

self-restraint is one thing kento prides on. he is a good man, or at least he tries to be. his eyes landed on your flailing figure, pinching his nose bridge to prepare himself. you, gojo, kento and shoko went out for drinks to celebrate the fact you 4 were still alive.

your mind was blank, you had no self-control, it was like the shame centre in your brain got turned off.

"oh my god!" you squealed in excitement. "my favourite song!" you stumbled off your bar stool, going to stand up on the table, gojo supporting your brave act.

kento acted quick. right when your foot landed on the table, you were pulled back by an immeasurable amount of strength, your back landing on someone's muscular chest.

"how drunk are you?" a gruff voice spoke right beside your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. your senses were already heightened, but at this moment, you could feel everything. you could hear the fastening rhythm of your heart, along with the steady rhythm of another's.

"earth to y/n~," satoru's singsong voice echoed through your empty head.

"yea, sorry," you shook your head, turning around to see kento's disapproving look. his hand keeping a deathly grip on your wrist, ensuring you were always close to him, in case you'd do something embarrassing, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"y/n, i'll bring you ho-"

"don'tt, you're such a party pooper nanamin! we were just getting started," the blue eyed man whined, he looked like he was about to start a tantrum.

"yeah, let's just wrap it up, i wanna go home," shoko agreed with kento, getting ready to leave. "i'll leave y/n to you, gojo, come." satoru following shoko like a sad puppy.

"let's go home," kento used his free hand to pack up your stuff, double checking if you took anything out of your purse.

"you're so hot when you take care of me," you freely complimented kento, his ears slowly turning beet red.

"i like you kento, you know that right?" you kept talking, kento's face slowly turning a darker shade of red. "why are you so red? are you having a fever?" you used your free hand to feel his forehead, even in your drunken state, you still worried about his health.

"no...y/n. i'm fine," he put your bag on your shoulder as he led you out of the establishment.

"ow....my feet hurt ken," you pouted looking down at your heels.

restrain yourself kento. restrain. was the only thing he could think off as he looked back at you. he didn't want to take advantage of your drunken self. he knelt down as he took of your heels, you bracing yourself on his back. he slowly took your hand of his back, putting down your heels on the ground to take off his blazer.

"up," his back facing you as he knelt down. you weren't going to waste a chance getting piggy backed. instantly, your arms slid around his neck as your legs trapped his torso. kento stood up, picking up your heels and adjusting his hold on you.

"comfy?" you nodded against his neck. "take this, and wrap it around your waist," he handed you his blazer. you instantly listened, wrapping the blazer around your waist, making sure you don't flash anyone along your way home.

"ken, you're so good to me," you mumbled, nibbling on his neck, eliciting a groan out of the man.

"you're such a tease," kento chuckled, smiling to himself at his current predicament.

"we're not even dating....hft," you sighed. kento let out a hearty laugh at your dissatisfaction.

"why do you want us to date?" kento asked making you even more disappointed.

"what woman doesn't want stability!" this time you were annoyed. you straightening your back, not leaning on kento's anymore. kento was still joyful, instead of responding to your annoyance, he loosened his grip on your legs, your instincts kicked in, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck once more to ensure your safety.

"were you about to drop me??" panic was evident in your tone, but kento was still amused. "answer me!" your hand hitting on his chest.

"y/n," kento sternly called out your name, abruptly stopping your abuse on his chest. "we're married love, isn't that the epitome of stability? why would i regress our relationship to just boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"huh?..." you were confused for a second, quickly looking at your hand. and there it was, glistening in the moonlight, your wedding ring. "oh.."

kento couldn't help but tease your drunken self, his self-restraint always wavering when it came to you. the prim and proper man turning playful in your presence, he just couldn't help it. he continued his walk home, occasionally giggling at your forgetful nature.

"i hope you don't forget this moment," kento muttered under his breath, knowing full well you would have no memory of this event, only a pounding headache to remind you of yesterday's events.

[not-too-shoddy]

I have a lot of Harry Potter fabric and I'm trying to get rid of it the somehow. I've made keychain wristlet lanyards, mini pouches, zipper bags, and bookmarks; and decided I was going to make a quilt like duffle bag. That should take up a good portion of fabric.

So I got to work...

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After cutting each strip for the bag, I sewed them together and put padding on the other side to give the (somewhat) quilt thickness. Once together, I sewed my diamond pattern onto the fabric panel changing the color of each thread to match the house colors.

From there, I cut up more pieces to create the straps. Both ends of the straps would be the faux leather I was using and the rest of the strap would match the Hogwarts house color theme.

Once pieces of the straps where sewn together they were ready to go on the bag.

There was just one problem...

These straps are hiding the crates on Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. I went to fix them immediately and in the process, I ripped the fabric....

I had to come up with a plan and thought of using the faux leather as an accent design on the bag and sewed it onto the bottom of the bag.

After that, I moved the straps over, messed around with rivets, then slapped a 'handmade' token on the panel.

Then I was ready to add the zipper!

By this time two nights ago I was tired, so I out the project to the side to rest up.

Today I spent the rest of my time piecing the design together. The sides are the most frustrating part because I feel like the patterns side panels are too small compared to the panels. So it caused a lot of dimples on my corners. I was debating on no longer doing the duffle bag and going straight to a tote, but I pushed forward and did what I needed to do to get the duffle bag design done.

This took over 16 hours to finish, but I think it came out great!

It's currently available on my Etsy shop.

🌐 https://nottooshoddy.etsy.com/listing/1739410553

And is UNOFFICIAL Harry Potter merchandise. Please note that there are imperfections on this bag (dimples).

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[hallebeauty]

Embracing Elegance: The Timeless Allure of Woven Clutch Bags

In the realm of fashion, where trends often come and go, woven clutch bags stand as a testament to the enduring appeal of timeless craftsmanship. From their ancient origins to their integration into contemporary style, these accessories continue to captivate fashion enthusiasts worldwide. As we embrace the elegance of woven clutch bags, we celebrate not only their aesthetic beauty but also the rich history and tradition woven into every intricate pattern.

[draconicace]

one thing i went down a short rabbit hole on is kim's camera's 'ampoules.' not sure why the game calls them that; they're flashbulbs in our world. learned some neat little history about them and how they were made over the decades