#bodywarmer

[sovietpostcards]

New models of cotton padded jackets for countryside workers. Photo by Valentin Khukhlayev (1953).

[sketchonista]

Masu SS25 shot at Paris Fashionweek

[puffiestpuffervest]

[aaagarmz]

[newmarketkart]

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[stochastique-blog]

Love is all

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[jacketsquad]

[rainbowappareluk]

Men's Workwear Bodywarmers have evolved significantly from their utilitarian beginnings. They currently represent the ideal synthesis of usefulness, robustness, and elegance.

[hoping-for-novelty]

"we've learned to let each other say yes" in a conversation about sex, while referencing the time she taught her how to masturbate, and wearing a bodywarmer that looks like the lesbian flag

I didn't believe the Dorothy/Joyce shippers before this page but holy fuck

In hindsight the laundry thing was a pretty obvious clue

[armyofpsychictrashcans]

YOU ARE SO RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT. But I also can't help but laugh so hard at everybody serving looks, and I mean looking INCREDIBLE, perfectly aligned with what their characters stand for and represent and just looking beautiful at the same time and Brennan just showing up in a sweater.

Like he's so token straight friend coded I can't.

can we Please talk about the MAKEUP LOOKS THIS SEASON

i mean it's great every season, but oh my god

jasper's lighting in the first few episodes going into his hair!!

and rashawn's makeup with the moss and flowers and colors

plus her outfits have been FANTASTIC

erika's little nose markings and THEIR HAIR with the grey streaks and curls and izzy's little flowers in her hair

AND NOW THIS FUCKING EPISODE!!

erika's blood-like makeup, jasper's lighting with green and looking badass af, rashawn's leaf crown thing and eye shadow, and siobhan going full 9 yr old child with the dirt smear and leavesssss

and last but obviously not last are aabria's absolutley fucking amazing outfits!! there was another screenshot of the rings she had in her hair for the first ep but i ran out of pictures lol

THANK YOU AND AMAZING JOB TO DENISE R VALENTINE, EVELYNN CASTANEDA, TEQUANNA COLVIN FOR MAKEUP AND FRANCESCA ROVELLI FOR HAIR IT HAS BEEN SO FANTASTIC ALREADY AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE WHATS STILL COMING!!

[bestsiblingstournament]

Seto & Mokuba VS Ianthe & Coronabeth

Part B, Round 1, Match-Up 7

(Image description: two anime-style characters. The one on the left and to the front is wearing a striped blue long-sleeve shirt, a yellow bodywarmer, and two necklaces. They have long, black hair, and have their hands on their hips. They're also a great deal shorter and possibly younger than the other character. The other character, on the right and to the back, is wearing a long, white jacket. A black shirt and pants with a green belt, and a device on one of his arms for holding cards. His hair is brown and covers his eyes, but not his nose or ears. He's also wearing one necklace. End description)

(Image description: A book cover portraying A female-presenting character in front of sand dunes and a planet with a moon. To the left is a dog, to the right is a skeleton. Various skulls and bones are scattered across the ground. At the bottom is the text ""You will love Nona, and Nona loves you"- Alix E. Harrow". Just above it, highly stylized, is the title "Nona the Ninth" in all caps. At the top, in a different font, is the author's name; Tamsyn Muir. Just underneath that is "new york times bestselling author". End description)

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[sketchonista]

Solid Homme FW23 shot at Paris Fashionweek

[puffiestpuffervest]

[stopthefeeling]

I can't believe it's been 5 years. I want to throw up. 5 years without my favourite character of all time. 5 years without my smug, cocky manslaughtery bisexual king. 5 years without the awful tintin haircuts, the bodywarmers, the elbow patches. 5 years without scheming, bitching, terrorising old people. 5 years without lying, without loving, without being the soppiest git ever. 5 years without Ryan Traitor Hawley, and thee Robert Jacob Sugden. I miss you every day, my love.

[ver0sha]

@nightmarefuele asked: “You bit me.”

"Your hand was going for my throat," Osha retaliated, huffing and puffing as she glared at him from her place on the ground. Her body ached. She hadn't properly trained or sparred in years. Osha was more than a little rusty. Powerful but sloppy.

The lightsaber still felt unfamiliar in her grasp despite its aesthetic-familiar. [Sol's lightsaber... no, her lightsaber. Hers.] Her fingers flexed around the metal, sweatslick skin against bodywarmed metal. She let go of it as she pushed up to sit on her knees. "I didn't bite deep." she claimed despite her wide eyes searching to see if she was wrong.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Jumper

Ciri tried to ignore the shivers travelling up and down her body and pour all of her concentration into the Bestiary in front of her. She briefly entertained the idea of checking through the clothes chests again even though she knew it was pointless. Anything that hadn’t been totally destroyed by moths and rats had been claimed years ago and she didn’t want to invite ridicule by giving in and lighting the fires in this part of the keep early, not when they finally seemed to be steering away from the pampered princess taunts. Even if she would never be a full fledged Witcher, she was still a warrior in training. She’d seen the Witchers strip down to their undershirts during training and she’d grown up with the story of the time her grandmother had led a military campaign in the middle of a snowstorm. Ciri herself had spent weeks alone braving the elements on a daily basis when Cintra first fell. She could handle a little cold, damnit.

The page on Kikimora disappeared as something soft landed on her head and flopped down over her eyes, a slightly smoky and alchemical smell filling her nose.

“Can hear your teeth chattering from down the hall. S’fucking distracting.”

Lambert had disappeared before Ciri had fully freed herself. She recognised the green jumper immediately, having seen the Witcher wearing it a handful of times. It was surprisingly soft, with a couple of small holes here and there, evidence of larger ones being repaired with thread of a slightly different shade and a mark on one sleeve where it had been singed. Ciri didn’t hesitate to pull it over her head and tuck her hands into the too long sleeves as she turned her attention back to the book, finding it easier to focus as the feeling started to come back to her fingers.

Ciri sighed irritably as she sat up, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. She, Geralt and Yennefer had found a small hut in which to spend the night. Seemingly abandoned and for safety’s sake, Geralt had wanted it to stay looking abandoned. Therefore, no fire whilst he kept guard outside. Ciri knew she should be grateful that this was their first night sleeping indoors since leaving but it was spoiled by the fact that she was too cold to actually sleep. A small part of her regretted giving Yennefer her fur bodywarmer for extra warmth when she’d seen the witch trying to conceal her shivers; insisting she didn’t need it having gotten used to the cold after a winter at Kaer Morhen and she’d be fine with her bedroll now that they didn’t have to worry about the chill wind. It had been true at the time but now, in the dead of night, it was a completely different story. Not that she’d been sleeping well since they’d left anyway. The guilt over what she’d done whilst possessed, the anxiety of once again hiding on the road (even if she wasn’t alone this time) and to top it off, the feeling of homesickness she experienced whenever she thought of Cintra had now started rearing up whenever she thought of the keep. Was she cursed to leave every home she found?

She reached over for her pack and started digging down past her rations and the medical supplies all of the adults had insisted she pack, fully intending to throw on another of the spare tunics she’d shoved in the bottom somewhere. She stopped when her hand encountered something soft and slightly bulky, giving a slightly watery smile as she held it up. She wasn’t sure when Lambert had snuck it into her pack, but she’d never been so glad to have had somebody go through her things. She pulled the jumper over her head before tucking herself back into her bedroll, falling into a doze as the smell of smoke and chemicals enveloped her like the hug he'd given her before the gate to the keep had closed behind her.

“Miss you too, Lambert.”