#bra jockey

[anmolsmsblog]

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[deesi-academia]

TMI

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i wore like a proper bra for the second time in my life and dear gods i hate it. how do you majority of girlies do it.

[pixie2303]

I wish my boobs would stop boobing when I'm climbing stairs or running

[glamzlife]

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 42, 17 octobre 1896, Paris. No. 10. — Costumes d'automne et d'hiver. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Chapeau Alexandre, en velours vert myrte, orné en dessus par des coques de ruban vieil or retenues par une broche brillant. Devant, longue plume amazone couchée; sur le sommet deux hautes plumes d'autruche.

(1) Alexander hat, in myrtle green velvet, decorated on top with shells of old gold ribbon held by a shiny brooch. In front, long recumbent amazone feather; on the top two tall ostrich feathers.

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(2) Petite toque de velours rubis, faisant pouf derrière, ornée devant d'un large nœud alsacien, coupé par un papillon cachant le pied d'une aigrette paradis.

(2) Small ruby ​​velvet hat, pouf-shaped at the back, decorated in front with a large Alsatian bow, cut by a butterfly hiding the foot of a paradise egret.

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(3) Collet de chèvre de Mongolie, monté sur empiècement de castor; grand col Médicis roulant en Mongolie. Chapeau Chouberski en feutre noir, avec nœud alsacien retenu par une boucle, orné de quatre grandes plumes d'autruche.

(3) Mongolian goat collar, mounted on a beaver insert; large rolling Medici collar in Mongolia. Chouberski hat in black felt, with Alsatian bow held by a buckle, decorated with four large ostrich feathers.

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(4) Chapeau bonne femme, entouré par une ruche de dentelle avec gros pouf de mousseline de soie sur chaque côté.

(4) Bonnet hat, surrounded by a lace ruffle with large chiffon pouf on each side.

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(5) Toilette de visite en peau de soie abricot et satin noir. Corsage à pointe, montant et brodé, à col de dentelle montant; suede corsage, draperies en bretelles retenues par un chou de satin noir semblable. Manches papillon en satin noir sur manches peau de soie brodées; dessus de bras et ceinture corselet également en satin. Jupe nouvelle, plissée derrière, brodée dans le bas.

Petit canotier relevé orné de velours en jarretières et de grandes plumes en aigrettes.

(5) Visiting dress in apricot peau de soie and black satin. Pointed bodice, high and embroidered, with high lace collar; suede bodice, draperies in straps held by a similar black satin cabbage. Butterfly sleeves in black satin on embroidered peau de soie sleeves; upper arms and bodice belt also in satin. New skirt, pleated behind, embroidered at the bottom.

Small raised boater decorated with velvet in garters and large feathers in aigrettes.

Métrage: 14 mètres peau de soie, 3 mètres satin noir.

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(6) Toilette de promenade, en lainage un vert émeraude. Corsage-plastron uni, boléro orné de boutons et garni tout autour par un galon russe. Jockeys à créneaux sur manches nouvelles à parements de galons; ceinture corselet semblable; ruche crénelée en galon autour du cou. Jupe plate, plissée derrière.

Toque de velours vert, ornée de rangs de perles, avec froufroutage de mousseline de soie et deux plumes princesse de Galles en dessus.

(6) Promenade dress, in emerald green wool. Plain bodice-plastron, bolero decorated with buttons and trimmed all around with Russian braid. Jockeys with crenellations on new sleeves with braid facings; similar corset belt; crenellated braid ruffle around the neck. Flat skirt, pleated behind.

Green velvet toque, decorated with rows of pearls, with silk muslin frills and two Princess of Wales feathers above.

Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.

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(7) Jaquette sac tout droite, coupée en long par des galons russes et reliée devant par deux pattes boutonnées. Le drap de la jaquette est relevé par de grands revers carrés et un col Médicis roulant en velours noir. Chapeau Louis XVI à bords retournés avec cache peigne en coques de ruban et grandes plumes d'autruche, posées en groupe s'élevant en aigrette au-dessus.

(7) Straight sack jacket, cut lengthwise with Russian braid and connected in front by two buttoned tabs. The fabric of the jacket is raised by large square lapels and a rolling Medici collar in black velvet. Louis XVI hat with turned-up edges with a comb cover in ribbon shells and large ostrich feathers, placed in a group rising in an aigrette above.

[rosedere]

The Police Sargent (yan! Deuce x Afab reader)

18+

CW: Implied SA, implied stalking, Kidnapping (also ur a cop so like of course keep that in mind)

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You were shocked when you walked in on your first day of being assigned to the Sage's Island Precinct and he was there greeting you as your superior;

Sgt. Deuce Spade 

You knew him from the academy and from your time at Night Raven College, where he was one of your best friends. Everyone knew he was dead set on becoming some kind of law official If he could, which is why you bonded so well with him until you all lost contact with each other; you just didn’t realize he’d climb up the ranks as high as he did and manage to do it faster than you only having 6 years left to becoming a magic police sargent.

You gave him a big hug as you greeted him, elated to be seeing your old best friend once again. Pulling you into a bear hug, you laughed into his tall muscular shoulder, telling him how much you missed him.

unfortunately, you failed to notice the way he too eagerly held you as if you’d disappear forever once he let go, letting his hands wander too close to your bra strap underneath your uniform.

You got familiar with your shifts, eventually mingling with your partner.

both of you were mainly assigned to patrol around the island with each other until you were both comfortable being in charge of the island's department. Finally, helping the community and having to enforce the law when you needed to keeping the island you were familiar with safe gave you a sense of justice and belonging.

One day, you had just had a long shift patrolling the docks of the port. You and your partner had a moment to talk about the day and anything of note that happened that shift.

“You know, before you came here, it was a really strict workplace,” the brunette cop casually switched topics, swirling her coffee cup before taking a sip.

Chewing on a bear claw you had ordered earlier, you gave them one raised eyebrow in response.

“Are you positive? The Deuce Spade has a strict work environment?” You stopped chewing for a moment.

Your partner nodded their head. “He was so grumpy and mean; we always hoped whatever was stuck up his ass would fall out so we’d actually enjoy coming to shift.”

“But now that you're here, he’s all on cloud nine, dressing up more..." They trailed off.

"You know, yesterday he actually had something nice to say to me? And then he asked if you ever mentioned him during our shifts." Your partner laughed.

You turned your head in a way to question your partner.

“He asked about me?”

"yup it's even worst now that you aren't a desk jockey away from him in his office"

Your partner stopped swirling their cup to look at you in surprise.

“Oh my god, it all makes sense now,” they stared at you with wide eyes.

You only made a sideways smirk at your partner before eating your pastry once again.

"Aww, Sarg has a little crush on the new recruit,” your partner laughed to themselves.

"No, it’s certainly not! We’ve known each other for so long; he’s like my little brother,” you scoffed, suddenly not wanting to finish your delectable pastry anymore and slipping it in your uniform pocket.

“I think you should go for it; he is single,” your partner replied.

"Yeah, no, I’d rather not date my boss,” you sneered.

"plus im not really interested in dating having a job like this"

"whatever you say (name)" they laughed to themselves.

You didn’t really think of what your partner had mentioned until you returned to the station to wrap up your shift for the night going to the vacant dimly lit desk to begin your shift paperwork.

Deuce got into a routine that consisted of him waiting near the front where you’d walk up, eagerly asking you how patrol went, and getting as close to you as possible as you filled out your paperwork for the evening practically feeling his breath down your neck as he eagerly rubbed your sides.

You only just smiled, looking up from the paper at the slender, sapphire-haired man that stood in behind you in his pressed police uniform.

he was just eager to get to know you again.

Six months in though It was beginning to become unnerving how much he wanted to run into you.

You simply wanted to be his friend; that was all.

It wasn’t until one day that you were showering in the locker rooms at the back of the precinct, getting ready to go home.

You had supervised the Port Fest event that occurred in the summertime and had worked up a sweat from the baking temperatures that lasted from the day bleeding into the late sunset hours.

applying a sickly sweet body wash you began to scrub your back.

You suddenly felt a chill run up your spine.

Stopping, you tried to pinpoint the source of this feeling.

Looking around the shower stall, you couldn’t see anyone in the showers with you—everyone had gone home anyway, leaving you and Deuce in the building you recalled.

You certainly hadn’t heard anyone during your shower, so you should certainly be alone.

Resuming scrubbing yourself, lathering the pleasant-scented soap onto your body, and cooling yourself off, you eventually shook off the feeling until you reached for more soap to clean between your legs and the lower part of your back.

Realizing what you were sensing, it felt like someone was watching you.

Once again, looking around the dark navy shower stall, you saw nothing.

Creak.

This time, you shut the water off completely.

You had looked behind and in front of you.

But you hadn’t looked above you.

Cautiously, you slowly looked up, only to see someone.

You couldn’t make out the details of the assailant, but you walked over to the showering stall next to you to peek at who was there.

No one still.

Feeling the hair rising on the back of your neck, you awkwardly walked back to your stall to quickly finish your shower.

Creak.

Looking up fast, you were met with a pair of cyan and electric-like colored irises looking down at you.

“Deuce!?”

All you heard was the thud from his slim body hitting the stall floor.

You quickly ran to the opposite side of the stall to confront whoever was on the other side of the stall.

And there on the stall ground was your boss.

sprawled on his arse on top of the beige and yellow shower tiles, his pants pooled around his ankles, his underwear slightly revealing what you knew was his erection, while his uniform shirt was as pristine as usual.

Panic was all that was written on his face as he realized he couldn’t get up and hide behind the shower stall curtain nor get on top of the shower bench he had used to peek at you from.

“(Name) I’m sorry I thought you had left— and I uh— was going to shower myself until I heard the water,” Duece frantically explained himself, then becoming aware of his underwear exposed to you.

Covering himself, he got up as if he were a just-hatched bird walking on legs for the first time.

“I love you (name); I’m sorry,” he continued to frantically plead, finally getting himself off the ground and walking in your direction.

Immediately, you backed away, trying to assess the situation, before rushing away from your old friend in panic.

Suddenly, he was on your heels. As you ran down the hallway connecting to the locker rooms, you could hear how heavy and labored your breathing had become from the overwhelming panic.

Getting into the locker room, you slammed the door shut, holding the handle as Deuce tried his hardest to open the door, causing you to wince in pain from the amount of stress it was putting on your hands.

"(Name), please open the door. I just want to explain myself, I promise." Deuce violently banged on the door.

Like hell, you were going to open the door; you had no idea what your old friend would do to you.

This continued on for a moment before you heard silence on the other side of the door.

You waited for a moment since you hadn’t heard the footsteps leave the door yet, but the banging and constant fiddling with the door handle had stopped.

Putting an ear to the door, it was complete silence.

Normally, you wouldn't worry, but the showers were connected to a different hallway that led to the boys locker room, looping back to the precinct hallways straight to the girls locker room entrance.

You didn't think Duece would...

Just as you were about to open the door to check, a pair of rough, calloused hands wrapped around your mouth, and another wrapped around your naked torso.

A muffled scream was all you could make as Duece dragged you backwards towards the sea of maroon lockers behind the two of you.

The only sound that rang out that night was the sounds of your whimpers and moans and silent pleas to be let go as your former friend and now boss pressed you against a locker, forcefully taking you from behind with not a single soul to witness nor hear your troubled pleas.

It was also the last night anyone had seen you again.

Apparently, according to the sargent of the precinct, you hadn’t even returned from your shift that evening, and he was completely distraught and confused about where you were.

As he made public appeals all over Sage's Island, he never once let his facade of the worried boss slip until he got back home to his isolated residence on the hillsides of the rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean.

“I’m home, dear.” Deuce would greet you every evening with the sweetest smile before placing a kiss on your tear-stained cheek.

If only someone would take a look inside the Sages Islands police Sargents house.

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Note: *proceeds to write the worst depiction of mr. deuce* Me: lol happy birthday my scrunkly son!!!!!

[barstoolblues]

true detective tv mod that replaces rusts wifebeater with the gray jockey sports bra

[legally-brief]

MOVIES WITH MEN IN UNDERWEAR (This is outdated- website shutdown early 2000’s)

“G”

Galaxy Quest (1999) Sci-fi comedy. "Commander Peter Quincy Taggart" (Tim Allen) is at home, asleep on the couch, hungover and trouserless, when awestruck friendly aliens come to visit.

Garp A locker room scene with several unidentified actors in jocks.

Georgy Girl Alan Bates in a couple of shots in his Jockey briefs.

Gharwali Baharwali (1998) Indian musical comedy. An overweight, middle-aged manager ritually humiliated, being stripped, head-shaved and left as a beggar in his underwear (white undershirt and big boxers).

Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999) Crime drama. Ghost Dog robs a couple at gunpoint off-camera, and they emerge into the street, the woman in her skimpy bra and panties and the man in his boxers.

Ghostbusters (1984) I can't believe that there has been no mention of the first underwear scene in a movie that I ever came across. Ray Stanz (played by Dan Ackroyd) is having a dream in which this female ghost is hovering above his bed moments before she vanishes into thin air. He looks around, obviously perplexed, and then his belt gets undone; the button on his pants is next, instantaneously followed by the unzipping of his zipper and then, his pants are opened. Voila! White briefs.

Gig, The (1985) Drama. A charming film, and including some of the middle-aged leads in their underwear.

Gimme an 'F' (1984) One of the main characters strips down to his white briefs and dances around the shower room. He does this for quite a while and gets them very wet.

Girl 6 (1996) Comedy. Phone-sex caller, a slim, fortyish black man, acts out his baseball-hitter fantasy in a room painted up as a stadium, wearing a baseball helmet and a white jock strap.

Girls Are for Loving (1973) Crime movie. At some point, just about everybody ends up naked and bound in one way or another. One interesting scene: two evil henchman have been captured and bound nearly naked with their hands above their heads.

Glitz (1988) (TV) Action/thriller. An attacker fires at Jimmy Smits, who's in bed with Linda Moon at the time. Clad only in his briefs, Smits chases after the guy, out into the street.

Gloria (1999) Thriller. "About 20 minutes into the film (which doesn't compare to the original), there is a cool scene where Sharon Stone forces her criminal ex-boyfriend and his henchmen to strip naked at gunpoint. Rear nudity only, but very intense scene. Every guy seems to have on a different type of undies. I watched the video with my roommate and she couldn't stop laughing at the guy with the leopard print briefs".

Go (1999) Close-up shots of Scott Wolf in his briefs, being wired for sound with a hidden transmitter attached to his thigh. Also, another guy putting on his dark boxer shorts in a suggestive scene.

Gods and Monsters (1998) In one scene, Whale mischievously makes a flamboyant, young male reporter remove an article of clothing for every question that he answers (until the man's down to his underwear).

Gods Must Be Crazy, The (1980) Comedy. Startled by a warthog while taking off his wet clothes, guy flees pants-down in his red briefs.

Going Ape! (1981) Tony Danza running around in a hospital gown and his briefs ... at end of movie.

Gold Rush Boys (XXX) ****my favorite*** This porn-vid is chock full of hot young "pioneer" men in union suits having fun in an all-male bordello. There are quite a few tender scenes (kissing, etc.) One gorgeous guy spends most of the movie falling out of his maroon union suit. Very sexy!! (Sorry I don’t know which studio made this - but I’m sure of the title.)

Gone Fishin' (1997) A witless comedy that at the very end has both Joe Pesci and Danny Glover caught with their pants around their ankles, showing their colorful boxer shorts.

Good Burger (1997) Mild, juvenile comedy. Disguised in drag to spy on a rival burger operation, the heroes are caught and unmasked - revealing the chubby one in his blue and white plaid boxer shorts, and the slim one embarrassed to be discovered in drag all the way down to women's underwear.

Good Man in Africa, A (1994) Colin Friels wears comic loud printed boxer shorts, as Diana Rigg sews his costume. Later, he must exchange every piece of clothing he has on with John Lithgow - even down to boxers and briefs being switched.

Good Will Hunting (1997) Drama. Matt Damon in white boxers in scene with Minnie Driver.

Goodbye Bird, The (1993) Chris Pettiet. His mother knocks on the the door...he gets up wearing only blue silk boxer shorts - you can see his pecker bouncing in his boxers.

Goodbye, Columbus (1969) Michael Meyers in boxer shorts, has a vapid conversation with Richard Benjamin. He is a fairly well-built jock with a rather empty mind.

GoodFellas (1990) Crime drama. Gangsters go to kill their oversleeping driver (Tony Sirico). Unsuspecting, in his yellow undershirt and briefs, he opens the door to them.

Gotcha! (1985) Anthony Edwards standing in Jockeys, briefly. Short scene but NICE.

Gotham (1988) (TV) Thriller. Two scenes with Tommie Lee Jones in a white A-shirt and white boxer shorts, one early in the movie when J.B. White wakes him up, and another later in the film while making love to Virginia Madsen.

Graduate, The (1967) A young preppy-looking Dustin Hoffman gets seduced by Mrs. Robinson, and winds up in bed with her in his white trim-cut boxer shorts.

Grandview, U.S.A. (1984) Drama. C. Thomas Howell spends the night with Jamie Lee Curtis. In the morning, he's awakened when the her boyfriend arrives ... in his trim plaid boxer shorts, he has to get to his pants on the other side of the room, but picks the wrong moment and is seen through the doorway. There is also a scene with Patrick Swayze in patterned boxers, and two scenes with Troy Donahue in printed boxers.

Grease ?

Great Balls of Fire! (1989) Dennis Quaid as Jerry Lee Lewis parades around this movie in loudly printed full-cut boxer shorts from time to time.

Great Santini, The (1979) Michael O’Keefe (most recently on Roseanne) plays a high school student who has Robert Duvall, military officer, for a father. Dad wakes O’Keefe up in the early morning of his 18th birthday to give him his present. O’Keefe is wearing nothing but white briefs.

Greedy (1994) Michael J. Fox in grey Calvins.

Green Mile, The (1999) Drama. Crazy death row inmate "Wild Bill" (Sam Rockwell) in a union suit.

Gremlins 2 (The New Batch) (1990) Mr. Clamps walks outta bathroom in his office in a pair of blue boxers, he then puts on a pair of pants (too bad).

Grim Prairie Tales (1990) Creepy short story compilation. In one segment, an old-west gunman is seen for a moment in his white undershirt and briefs.

Gross Anatomy (1989) Matthew Modine in bed in white briefs and maroon T-shirt.

Guarding Tess (1994) A minor Nicolas Cage movie with Shirley McLaine. Brief scene of Nick interrupted as he is sitting on the john taking a dump, with pants down and colored boxers very visible around his knees.

Guelwaar (1992) Drama. In an early scene at a police station, watch closely for two prisoners, stripped to their white briefs, crossing the scene in the background.

Guide for the Married Man, A (1967) Joey Bishop is caught with his pants down by his wife. Seen in his white full-cut boxers and with a pretty girl, Joey denies it all.

Guns of Navarone, The (1961) Classic WWII action. Scene of Germans officers being stripped for their uniforms.

[cartoonscientist]

the cup size debate that comes up whenever someone mentions bras (“DD cups aren’t even big!”) is so stupid because people will be like “I have HH cups and I’m built like a piece of plywood!“ “Well I have C cups and I’ve been teased about my big chest my whole life and none of my shirts fit right!” but fail to mention that they’re respectively a 6’5” Amazon professional weightlifter and a 4’7” female jockey

[ekman]

Le Rèchefuhrer Darmanain balance ses oukazes à tour de bras, dans l’espoir de ressembler un tant soit peu au Ortie-Sarközy haute époque. On se souvient du maire de Neuilly allant barrer de son torse de poulet la route infernale d’un pédoclaste armé. Quelques années plus tard, le même trimballera en banlieue ses airs de cheffaillon contrarié pour promettre – devant des dizaines d’objectifs (je parle des optiques, par des journalistes) – qu’il allait nettoyer “les quartiers” en kärchérisant la racaille. On a vraiment l’impression que Darmanain a fait de Sarközy sa référence absolue dans la course au pseudo-pouvoir élyséen. Beaucoup de coups de menton face caméra, beaucoup de grosse voix du haut des talonettes, beaucoup de bagout face aux chroniqueurs allongés et aux hyènes édentées de la très cubique “sphère audiovisuelle”. Et puis la recherche systématique des fausses confrontations, des ennemis rêvés, des dangers fabriqués de toute pièce, cette façon vulgaire de bander ses petits muscles comme il est souvent de mise lorsque l’on traine place Beauvau. Mais Darmanain, pas plus que Sarközy, ne se contente d’être un hâbleur. Derrière le personnage de Bonaparte aux petits pieds, il y a une vraie ambition, bien suintante de dégueulasssrie politicarde et de méchanceté fielleuse. Ce type est prêt à toutes les villénies pourvu d’intéresser les commanditaires du pouvoir réel. “Vous voulez du contrôle social ? Je sais faire !” ... “Vous souhaitez créer une pseudo situation insurectionnelle ? Je peux faire !” ... “Vous voulez continuer d’ostraciser les opinions identitaires ? Je veux faire !” ... “Vous voulez faire de l’anti-immigrationnisme un délit plutôt qu’une opinion ? Je rêve de faire !” Oui, il promet d’aller très loin dans l’ignominie, le petit furoncle. Sans crainte de flinguer le contestataire, prêt à s’appuyer sur ses potes encagoulés de l’ultra-gauche armée, soufflant le chaud et le froid sur le couscous de la cohabitation ethno-religieuse, aplati devant les forts et sans retenue face aux faibles, grand falsificateur de la réalité (et pas seulement footballistique), disposé à toutes les valses et trahisons politiciennes, il a décidément plus d’un atout en manche pour assomer la concurrence. Les veaux votants renifleront-ils la supercherie ou leurs narines demeureront-elles bouchées comme ce fut la cas avec le jockey magyar ? Je l’ignore, mais je suis certain que dans le théâtre d’ombre créé par la précarité économique et les embryons de révolte, le Gérald a toutes les raisons de s’accrocher. J.-M. M.

[vaas]

i dont know why but something about like. very normal underwear is sexier to me than lingerie. maybe its bc i make a type of lingerie and see it as mainly costume but some regular ass jockeys and a sports bra do it for me way more than like a lace ensemble. the exception is thongs i love ass

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 37, 15 septembre 1889, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Gradoz, rue de Provence, 67. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Robe en crépon vert-de-gris et surah nuance héliotrope clair. — La jupe, faite en surah, est garnie sur son bord inférieur de deux larges galons d'or d'éclat très atténué. La robe, en crépon, drapée en paniers sur les côtés, découvre la jupe par devant et tombe droite par derrière (aussi longue que la jupe de dessous). Le corsage, froncé à l'épaule, est fait en crépon et s'ouvre largement sur une guimpe en surah, plissée à tout petits plis. Un galon d'or traverse cette guimpe en sautoir. Col en même galon. Les manches, drapées, faites en crépon, s'arrêtent au-dessus du coude et sont complétées par des bas de manches plissés, faits en crépon, retenus au poignet par un galon d'or. Tout le contour du crépon, robe, paniers, manches, corsage, est festonné à petites dents en soie vert-de-gris.

Dress in verdigris crepe and surah in a light heliotrope shade. — The skirt, made of surah, is trimmed on its lower edge with two large gold braids of very attenuated shine. The dress, in crepe, draped in baskets on the sides, reveals the skirt in front and falls straight in the back (as long as the underskirt). The bodice, gathered at the shoulder, is made of crepe and opens widely onto a surah guimpe, pleated with very small pleats. A gold braid crosses this guimpe in a saltire. Collar in the same braid. The draped sleeves, made of crepe, stop above the elbow and are completed by pleated sleeve ends, made of crepe, held at the wrist by a gold braid. The entire outline of the crepe, dress, baskets, sleeves, bodice, is scalloped with small verdigris silk teeth.

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Robe en peau-de-soie glacée mousse et rose et moire grenat. — La jupe est faite en peau-de-soie drapée devant, ornée sur son bord inférieur d'une haute bordure brodée en soutache. Sur chaque côté, sous les bras, la jupe est interrompue par un gros pli en moire. Le corsage, en forme de petite veste, est fait en moire. L'un de ces revers est brodé, l'autre uni. La draperie de la jupe, remontant sous la veste (celle-ci est ouverte sur un plastron en peau-de-soie brodée), est retenue par deux gros boutons. Manches en peau-de-soie brodée, avec jockey un peu bouffant, en moire.

Dress in mousse and pink glazed peau-de-silk and garnet moire. — The skirt is made of peau-de-silk draped in front, decorated on its lower edge with a high embroidered soutache border. On each side, under the arms, the skirt is interrupted by a large moire pleat. The bodice, in the shape of a small jacket, is made of moire. One of these lapels is embroidered, the other plain. The drapery of the skirt, rising under the jacket (the latter is open on a plastron in embroidered peau-de-silk), is held by two large buttons. Sleeves in embroidered peau-de-silk, with a slightly puffed jockey, in moire.

[wedgie-rae-rae]

Hey, do you have any recommendations for how to get panties that work better? I've been trying to pull mine over my head and it's not even *close*, like I can't even get them up to my bra strap. It makes me feel stupid but also bad because maybe I'm just not trying hard enough? But I'm trying really pretty hard. Any tips?

Try Jockey: Microfiber-Stretch, Victoria's Secret Seamless pair, or a pair of Wacoal

[artanissnow]

Been seeing a lot of misinformation about corsets lately and how historical based shows and movies won’t be using them anymore? Because of health reasons? 🤦🏻‍♀️ I wear both corsets and modern day bras and bralettes. I can tell you sometimes the corset is more comfortable. I have back issues and I have diasastis reci(sp) this makes me feel better honestly. To each their own. But not wear corsets or stays in period based shows really does a disservice. And Hollywood really needs to stop putting people in stays and corsets on bare freaking skin! Ouch. Corset by @corsetstory underdress @jockey #fashionhistory #blackandwhitephotography #mirrorpic #degreelesshistorian #corset #corsetry #corsetstory #thedegreelesshistorian #bwphotography #mirrorselfie #mirrorpics https://www.instagram.com/p/CpNbLDoOUW7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh... You don't say? 👀 (I swear to God I didn't want to kiss Wheezy before your writing- I SWEAR! You did this to me, and you KEEP doing this to me! XD)

Also, he's not your F/O? Ngl I thought he was one of your F/O's alongside Greasy XD

(*cough* for Peezy, Poppy had no idea you could even do that with bras. And she would get so dang flustered if he did do this *cough*)

Hey, you encouraged me!! XDD Haha

And yeah, he's not really. I do love him (And Greasy) a lottt, as you know, but I like them both in a more... aghh I dunno, a different way XD Though I do like to consider those two using F/O posts cuz they're just so fun!

These are my F/O's! ^^ (The ones that are generally consistent, at least! )

Movie Villains:

Cruella De Vil, 101 Dalmations 1996

Jim Bickerman, Lake Placid; The Final Chapter + Vs Anaconda

Otis B Driftwood, House of 1000 Corpses + Devils Rejects + 3 From Hell

Movie Protagonists:

Ambrose Cornell and Biker Guy, The Mist

Doc Hudson and the Sheriff, Cars

Mr Snake, The Bad Guys

Book Characters:

Barry Milligan / The Jockey, Dancing Jax

Yicker and Bezuel, Freax and Rejex + Fighting Pax.

[teawitch]

As someone who has also worked in marketing, I can tell you that advertising a beard trimmer and mens jockey shorts to me, a single woman over 60, just doesn't work.

No matter how effective the ad is, I don't need a beard trimmer and am not sure why they think I do.

The social media team about - yes, you say it's getting lots of view but can you show my any actual results from it? (Because, honestly, I think FB just makes up numbers.)

(Though my favorite was when Facebook showed me an ad for bras and assured me - your friend Joel likes this. When asked, Joel was perplexed and said he had not been bra shopping lately._

it's wild that virtually all modern digital infrastructure is built to constantly spy on us and harvast our data for advertising yet online advertsing is still basically worthless and nobody seems to actually be benefitting from all this