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dollhousemary · 3 years ago

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waitressnatural appearances

(not noting everyone here, mostly just main characters/people whose appearance is different to canon in some way)

dean:

looks essentially the same as he does in canon around s4, but his hair looks less shitty. It’s a lil longer, and a warmer brown color

clothes are also mostly the same but he has the Rocky’s uniform (staff t-shirt and apron), and I think he on average wears less layers than he does in canon. more henleys

also i’m giving him all his accessories back! rings and bracelets and the samulet, etc etc

cas:

logically since this is ‘09 he should look closest to s4 cas, but every time i try to imagine him he looks closer to s9 cas (maybe it’s the human thing?)

i don’t think his hair is longer than it is in canon, but i do think it’s just a touch wavier

at work he wears dress shirts and ties (maybe occasionally a vest?), slacks, dress shoes, and his doctor’s coat. he also has gold wire-rimmed reading glasses

outside of work is kind of a toss-up between a similar style of dress sans coat, or just like. sweaters and jeans

sam:

looks closest to s3/4 sam, his hair is sort of middle parted and chin length, a lil wavy!

he’s a high school history teacher so. i think you can probably picture his work attire

outside of work i think he dresses close to early spn canon but like. better? more hoodies, and t-shirts with cool designs on them

also! idk why this is important to me, but he has one of those jean jackets with the sherpa collar. it just feels right

jo:

looks mostly the same as canon but she wears her hair up more. in particular i think she does those cute double braids a lot

in my head jo is the sort of person who would just show up to work in pajamas. like she can’t get fired because she’s technically a co-owner, but i think she would do it even if she wasn’t

i also think she owns a cropped green jacket that she wears practically everywhere outside work

charlie:

long hair charlie with bangs will always be my favorite look for her, so that’s what it is in here. and the iconic red stays, of course

i hate her style in canon so i’m definitely changing it up for this. i still think she owns some novelty t-shirts, but not as her whole wardrobe y’know?

i think she’s definitely one to dress for comfort rather than style (on the daily—dressing up in costume is a whole other animal), so i see her in a lot of plain long sleeve shirts, hoodies, etc. but! she’s still fun, so she likes to mix lots of colors and patterns

also don’t ask me why but she wears bandanas. it just feels right

claire:

hair is more or less straight, and in a kind of shag mullet/wolf cut style

has a couple cartilage piercings in her left ear, and two piercings on each lobe

style is more or less the same (at least from what i can remember?). mostly dark or neutral colors, t-shirts and ripped jeans and the occasional flannel or jean/leather jacket, black nail polish

also i think she wears a lot of rings

eileen:

hair is the same length as in canon, but a lighter brown with blonde highlights (think how it looks in the movie Higher Education)

her freckles are also more prominent here

she has a nose ring! i just think a little diamond stud would suit her :-)

style outside of work is kind of like….i have no idea why but i feel like she dresses like a very typical early 2000s character. bedazzled jeans and yoga pants, velour tracksuits, striped cropped t-shirts, those long sleeve hoodie shirts where the sleeves were always too long

i will say, i don’t think she’s the type to wear many skirts or dresses

donna:

hair is the same blonde color, but worn down more often, and in a different style/cut, just past shoulder length and with side bangs (often curled in large sections)

not a cop in this au, so she looks quite different (in terms of dress at least)

she’s a realtor! work attire is generally a blazer and matching skirt or a pantsuit

casual attire varies, but i think various styles of jeans, bright/patterned blouses, plain t-shirts, and flannel shirts are all common staples

i also think that she got a tattoo during her traveling, recently-divorced-from-her-husband days, but that only jody knows about it. it’s a rose on her ribs

#ivy.txt #waitressnatural #i started this MONTHS ago and completely forgot about it lol whoops

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine

Erik and Reader are best friends and Reader is the best freaky love for Erik but he doesn’t know how freaky she is. He finds out when he sees her at a heels class dancing to Beyoncé- Rocket.

“Deep down, everyone doubts themselves. Sometimes, I think I’m not good enough but at the end of the day I know I’m the fucking shit. I pray you quit overthinking, replaying failed scenarios, feeding self doubt & seeing the good in everyone but yourself you deserve more, ma.”

He passes Y/N the blunt, licking his full lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, and showing off his gold canines. Taking a puff of weed, Y/N watches Erik scratch the side of his defined torso over a tattoo that says Fuck Reality in that cursive lettering she loved to see. He yawns, blinking his sleepy eyes a few times before looking over at Y/N. She couldn’t help but look at his face.

“Make yourself a priority, Y/N. For real. Stop settling for these toxic lame ass niggas. When you meet a real nigga you gon’ realize you was never asking for too much.”

Y/N passed the blunt back to Erik while staring out of his bedroom window from his king sized bed. She knew her worth, she really did, but she always ended up going back to the same fuck boys.

“You’re too fine to be giving all your time and energy into him. Too fine. My bestfriend needs to know her worth. You looking at me like that but I’m being honest, shit, when was the last time you felt appreciated? When was the last time a nigga did something for you and didn’t expect something in return? Called to check up on you? Texted you back? Ate your pussy because he knows you had a rough week and you just need your pussy ate? Some good sex? When?”

Her carefree bestfriend with his tapered dreads and full beard and mustache. His sincere whiskey colored eyes and messy brows that he always talked with. Raising them, creasing them. He smooths a hand down his solid and sculpted chest before resting that hand over his abs. The gold rings on his fingers against his brown skin was just as beautiful as the sun setting before them.

“I can’t remember. I’m embarrassed to say,” Y/N finally speaks. She heaved a sigh, unzipping her velour pink hoodie, a white form-fitting shirt underneath, “I know I deserve more. Ugh, now I’m going to be single and lonely for Valentine’s.”

Erik sat up on his elbows, the hue of the sunset against his russet skin, “I’m your valentine now. i’ll be there at 10pm climbing through your bedroom window with flowers. Dahlias right? Cool, I’ll see you later tonight?” Erik gave Y/N a teasing smile. She knew he was trying to make her feel better but it didn’t change the fact that it sounded so...honest? Like he wanted to do and say that.

“Scary movies and chill? That romantic movie shit is played out. We can snuggle close with some popcorn with Freddy Kruger on the screen.”

“Your obsession with 80s slasher movies is amazing,” Y/N laughs, “Why must you mix Valentine’s with blood and gore, Erik?”

“Why not? Instead of bleeding your heart out because you’re heart broken, you can watch a heart actually bleeding out,” Erik chuckles before he ashes out the blunt in his ceramic ashtray that Y/N made for him with 4/20 carved into it.

“Should I dress up?” Y/N played along.

“Just keep those same straight backs in your hair and wear those little stripe linen shorts that make your ass look nice. Oh, and that mini white T-shirt that says Daddy on it in pink letters. Can’t forget the mix match ankle socks either.”

“You can wear a durag with a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. The ones you wear that’s all loose fitting on you because you refuse to wear a tighter one? Yeah, and a pair of Vans.”

“What time for our little date, ma?”

“8. And don’t be late either.”

“To a date with you? Never.”

“Okay, I have a question,” Y/N turns towards him, “what’s your idea of a perfect night with your girl?”

“Hmm,” Erik rolled his moistened lips in deep thought, “Dick rubs and intellectual conversations. Head in a comfortable bed. Falling asleep with my head laying on her crotch so I can just pull her panties to the side and eat her pussy. Honestly, give pleasure by just being there. We don’t even have to talk or fuck. Presence is just comforting.”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/N never had those things but that’s what her bestfriend likes? She wished she had that same treatment.

“Those chill, nice nights with someone you feel comfortable with.” Erik spoke in a low tone while twirling a single loc, “I crave that.”

“I know, ugh, me too, Erik,” Y/N laid back against the bed, “I have to go to class today.”

Erik gave her a questioning look, “What class?”

Y/N turned around to lay on her belly, “A heels class. Remember I was telling you that I started doing this like a month ago?”

“Shorty, I have other things going on with me right now I didn’t focus on that,” Erik gives her a sad look, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been working on a routine. I think I have it down. It’s gonna be real sexy.”

“Sexy? Who you tryna impress with this class?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N teased.

“Ah, man. That ain’t fair, ma. I’m your bestie.”

“You are but I don’t need to tell you my business,” Y/N rolls her eyes into her head.

“It’s cool, cuz I’m coming there with you.”

Y/N’s face flushed.

“What? I can’t come-“

“NO.”

She didn’t want Erik to watch her dance. Being surrounded by those women made her feel like she was in her room dancing in the mirror. They all connected because they related to each other. If Erik came there she would probably mess up her routine since he would definitely be watching her move. It was a heels choreography class and Erik is a man, he’s going to watch. Y/N wore either a pair of black high crotch panties with fishnets and a cropped t shirt or a form fitting leotard with black sheer stockings. Six inch heels on her feet with a skinny heel since she’s gotten better. Popping her ass and hitting splits to the music. Erik never saw her like that. What would he say and do when he did?

“It really ain’t that deep, ma,” Erik jokes because Y/N was spaced out, “I promise I won’t laugh at you. I don’t have shit else to do but sit around so let me come with you.”

Y/N pondered while staring down at her hands before heaving a sigh of defeat, “okay. You can come.”

“I knew you would say yes,” Erik gave her a half smirk, “You can’t tell me no even if you tried.”

“Don’t embarrass me in there, Erik,” Y/N spoke to him with a warning in her voice. She knew he could be silly and fuck with her but when she danced, it was her time to shine.

“Teh, girl, you really think I would do that?”

Erik got closer to Y/N, leaning on his elbows while his face got closer to hers, “I’ll be on the side lines cheering you on. I promise, okay?”

Y/N looked up into his eyes, giving Erik a weird look before turning away from him, “Okay.”

He was acting very...strange. Not like his usual self but Y/N could be overthinking it. She sat up on her knees, lifting off the bed to put her sneakers back on before picking up her velour jacket and her PINK gym bag that carried all of the things she needed for class.

“Put on a shirt and come on, Erik.” She picked up a shirt that was wrinkled and balled up on the floor before throwing it at him, “I’m not trying to be late!”

“Calm that shit the fuck down, Y/N. Don’t give me attitude before I really make you late for this class.”

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“You calm down yet?” Erik asks Y/N while following behind her to the dance studio that held her heels class. The closer they walked, the more Erik could hear the deep base to the sensual music that vibrates the walls. He’d sit back and watch a bunch of women shake their ass in heels. Erik looked at his bestfriend walking ahead of him as she lead the way with a sway of her hips. Those tantalizing hips. Erik looked up at the back of her head as if she had eyes back their and could see him checking her out. He couldn’t help himself. Like he said back in his room, she’s too fine.

“Are you going to behave?” She looked back at him over her shoulder with a brow raised, “Well? Are you?”

“Yes ma’am,” Erik said with a husky voice, “whatever you say.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before making a left turn, opening the double doors to a dimly lit studio with a pink neon sign of a woman in heels that read dance. A few chairs rested in the corner of the room, mirrors were placed on one side of the wall so that the ladies could watch themselves. A guy stood off to the side in deep conversation with a short plump girl about 5’ 3 dressed in a mesh leotard with red fishnets and heels. He was fumbling with a camcorder that Erik assumes is used to record the ladies do their routines. On the polished hardwood floor, directly in the middle, were all the ladies doing stretches. Some were down in a split stretching out their legs, others were bending over to touch their toes, stretching out their backs. Erik recognized the music. It sounded like Teyana Taylor & Kehlani- Morning.

“Okay, I gotta get myself changed, I’ll be back, alright?” Y/N spoke with a whisper to him.

“Yeah, I’ll be over here,” Erik pointed to a black chair with a leather cushion to sit on.

“Cool,” Y/N gave Erik a silly smile before walking away, waving to a few ladies as she made her way over to the dressing room. Erik rested his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants that he wore. The wrinkled shirt wasn’t the shirt he had on. He was wearing a muscle tee with the sides cut really low, giving you a view of his muscles and scars along his ribs down to his hips. Black boots on his feet and gold around his neck and on his fingers. Erik scratches his scruffy facial hair while looking around the class. When he did this, eyes were on him, wondering who this handsome guy was that came with Y/N. He entertained their looks for a minute before taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll through pointless apps.

“Oooo, Y/N, what routine are we gonna start out with today, honey?” A tall mocha skinned girl with a large curly bush and a black catsuit on asked. Erik looked up at the mention of her name. His eyes seemed to widen and gawk at Y/N. Erik was in a state of stupor. Stupefied but mesmerized at the same time.

“I have something I’ve been working on all week but that can wait for tomorrow. I gotta have a guy to do the lap dance with. When is Montell coming back?”

“Girl, why use Montell when you can use him?” The tall chick pointed at Erik. Erik looks over at Y/N, watching her eyes grow wide.

“Erik? No,” Y/N laughs, “He’s just here to watch until I’m done.”

The chubby chick that was talking to the camera guy came over to intrude, “Isn’t that your boyfriend though?”

“No. He’s my bestfriend and he’s just going to watch.”

“Well, can I use him for my routine then? I put a little something something together to Ciara- Body Party and I need a nigga to pop this ass on. He so cute, Y/N. Hi bestfriend!” The pretty chubby girl waved at Erik who returned the wave with a smile on his full lips.

“He is cute. How can you just be friends with that?”

“Dominique,” Y/N was referring to the taller chick, “Erica,” She looked over at the short plump girl, “I’m using him for my routine.” Y/N spoke with finality. Wasn’t no chick in that class gonna put ass on him if it wasn’t her.

“Oh? Why the change of heart?” Dominique folded her arms while giving Y/N a sassy smile. Y/N didn’t say a word as she walked away, looking over at Erik before sticking her tongue out at him. He was in a fit of laughter, clutching his chest and everything.

Y/N was dressed in a black thong with sheer black stockings that had tiny rhinestones on it, a tiny black and gold wrap top that made her breast sit high and black stilettos on her feet. All that ass out and bouncing each time she walked. Erik knew his bestfriend has body but damn, he never saw her like this. Y/N was fumbling with a wall audio system that was installed to play throughout the studio. She found the song she wanted, pausing it, then grabbing a chair to bring in the center of the dance floor. The other ladies crowded around and the camera guy set up so that it was facing her. Y/N then walked over to Erik, a roll of her eyes while trying to fight a smile. She got down in front of him in a squat, talking closely with him. Erik leaned forward on his elbows to hear her.

“Okay, so I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that but,” She sighed, “I’m gonna need you for my routine.”

“Hmm,” Erik smirked, “What I gotta do?”

Y/N licked her lips, “All you gotta do is sit in that chair for me. You’ll be in that chair while I do all the work, alright?”

“Let me ask you something,” Erik narrowed his eyes, “Why did you change your mind so quick?”

Y/N rolled her eyes away from him before kissing her teeth, “You gonna do that for me, or what?”

“You ain’t off the hook, ma,” Erik stood up, while looking down at Y/N who was still in a squat position while staring up the valley of his body to connect with his eyes, “You gon’ tell me after this class.”

“Whatever,” Y/N finally got up, grabbing Erik’s hand with force, walking him to the middle of the dance floor. He wasn’t nervous one bit. He wanted to see what his bestie could do.

“Sit.” She instructed, earning oooo’s and ahhhh’s from the ladies around them. Erik raises his brows at her before taking his seat real slow, legs wide and one arm stretched over the back of the chair. He motioned with his head for Y/N to get started, his eyes intense and heated. Y/N motioned for one of the girls she started the class with to play her song.

Beyoncé- Rocket began to play.

Let me sit this ass

On you

Y/N sat down real slow on Erik while looking back at him. She wound her hips, back arching and ass moving up the length of his crotch nice and gently. She did a spin on his lap, her leg going up and over his head so she could straddle him. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders before pulling on his shirt to bring him closer to her. She made him watch her while her hips moved over him. Erik has to hold onto the sides of the chair.

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me

Yes, mass appeal

Don't take your eyes

Don't take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like

You can touch me baby

Do you

Do you wanna touch me baby, ooh

Grab a hold, don't let go

Let me know

That you

Ready (ready)

Erik looked at her with eyes so deeply filled with desire there was no denying his attraction to his bestfriend. Y/N held those eyes with her low ones, before grabbing his jaw to tease him. She almost touched his lips with hers but she pulled away before Erik could even get a taste.

I just wanna show you now

Slow it down

Go around

You rock hard

Y/N stood up, getting down on her knees in front of Erik while running a hand from his chest down to his crotch that was indeed rock hard.

I rock steady

She bounced up and down in a squat to demonstrate how steady she would rock on that hard dick. A few chicks wolf whistled at that, cheering her on.

And rock right up to the side of my mountain

Climb until you reach my peak baby, peak babe, peak

And reach right into the bottom of my fountain

Y/N pats her kitty kat to indicate where that fountain he needed to find was.

I wanna play in your deep baby, your deep baby, deep

Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing and flow

Y/N went back on the floor, her legs coming all the way up to rest on each side of her head. She was open like the peace sign. Her hands ran up her body, eyes still on Erik to show him that she was nothing to play with. He gave her a sly smirk that showed off a single dimple. So this how she got down? She danced all freaky like this? Showing him where she wanted him to go with his hardness?

Hold me 'til I scream for air to breathe

She grabs her neck, body arching from the floor. Erik could feel his dick growing stiffer.

And wash me over until my well runs dry

Send all your sins all over me, babe, me baby, me

Rock it…

Y/N got up from the floor, swaying her hips. She stared into the camera, moving in those heels like she was wearing a pair of sneakers. Erik didn’t know she was this flexible. When she arched her back to pop her ass, getting into a split stance while running her hand on her crotch he wanted to lift from that chair, pick her up, and hold the back of her neck while making her pop her ass on his hard crotch. He had to have restraint because this is her routine but FUCKKK, was it hard.

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Bathe in these waterfalls

She grinned her hips into the floor before bringing her legs up from behind, her heels almost touching the back of her head before rolling over to lift a single leg in the air, grinding her hips forward. She was showing him what that body could do. She was showing him exactly how freaky his bestfriend could be.

I do it like it's my profession

I gotta make a confession

I'm proud of all this bass

When you put it in your face

She stood, arching forward, and grabbing her ankles while looking back at Erik. Her ass popped and swayed from side to side.

By the way, if you need a personal trainer or a therapist

I can be a piece of sunshine, inner peace, entertainer

Anything else that you may read between the lines

You and I create rockets and waterfalls

“YES HUNTY!” One of them yelled out while snapping their fingers.

“THATS IT Y/N!”

Erik nods his head in approval. He found himself rocking to the beat while tapping a single foot and grinding his hips in the chair. She rode that song with so much ease. Beyoncé’s voice mixed with her sensual moves had everyone in that room watching in complete silence now. The song played on and then that’s when it became really intense...

I can't help but love the way we make love

Daddy, daddy

Ooh child, ooh now

Yes, Lord, damn baby

She was going crazy. Popping her ass, arching her back, looking at Erik with her mouth hanging open. Swinging her head from side to side, running her hands over her breasts before jiggling them. That continuous Daddy, Daddy, has Erik losing his mind. The self control was unraveling.

You driving me cray, cray, yeah

You ain't right for doing it to me like that daddy

Y/N crawled towards him. She was staring at him like she wanted to rip his clothes off and show some attention to the hard dick that she felt growing in his pants. When she made it over to him, she got into a handstand, her legs widening into a split, before descending back on him, her legs wrapping around his waist while Erik pulled her forward with his hands on her hips.

Even though

I've been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl

Y/N bends her body back while grinding on him so hard and forceful that Erik couldn’t help but to grind up into her on that chair. His hips were lifting from the chair.

Tell me what you're gonna do about that

He wanted to do something right fucking now. Y/N was driving him crazy. His growls and moans were trapped in his throat because of everyone surrounding him.

Punish me please

Daddy what you're going to do with all of this

Ass

Y/N turns around, her ass rubbing along his chest. Erik moves his hands down her back before slapping her ass, causing Y/N to gasp and everyone around them to cheer and clap.

All up in your face, yeah

Hell yeah

Love me so deep

Ooh my shit's so good it ain't even right

This shit wasn’t fair. She bounced on his lap in a continuous rhythm to the freaky beat. Since she wanted to give him a little lap dance to this beat she was definitely going to fuck him to this song. Bestie or not.

I know I'm right

Hell yeah you the shit

That's why you're my equivalent

So sexy

To Erik’s disappointment, Y/N got up from his lap, circling him in the chair before standing behind him. She lowered her arms over his shoulders from behind, taking her fingers to drag his muscle tee up to reveal his chiseled body. Abs flexed, skin so smooth even with the raised scars, her nails clawing lightly at his ripped abs all the way up to his chest. Her lips lightly touched the side of neck, giving him a lick there while the song faded out. The room erupted with applause at her routine. Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck, rocking him back and forth with a big smile on her face. Erik grabs her arms, holding them with a grin on his lips. Y/N did her thing.

“Girllllllllllll,” Dominique shouted while coming over to hug Y/N, “You had your bestfriend ready to hop off this chair and handle you, girl.”

“Oh? Really?” Y/N spoke into Erik’s ear before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry I put this ass on you and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

Erik clenched his jaw. She only fueled him more.

“Nothing to say? Hmm?” She dragged on.

Erik looked up at her with a tilt of his head. She knew those hard domineering eyes meant one thing and one thing only: she was going to get it for sure. He had something for her after this class.

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #erik killmonger

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frangipanidownunder · 6 years ago

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Thanks to @storybycorey and @alabama-metal-man for the tag earlier. Here’s me in all my unphotogenic glory...

1 and 2 show adorable baby me with either no hair or blonde hair. I was cute once.

3 and 4 is me probably middle years of junior school (seven to nine years old maybe). I wore that dress to meet Princess Margaret. Cute hair cut, called a Purdy, named after the character from the British tv show The Avengers. Note the gorgeous camel faux leather sofa suite and brown carpet. So seventies. On the right, I was a keen gymnast and our club colours were red, yellow and brown. This was pre-lycra so the leotard rode up every time. It was brown with yellow and red underarm stripes. Revolting. But I think that’s the club championship cup I’m holding.

5 and 6. The teen years. The 80s. I remember having red leather kitten heels to go with that red dress. It was a shirtwaister style with batwings. What even is that pattern? It’s like the old television test card. And that mini skirt/vest combo on the right is...yeah. I think I’m on holiday in Portugal or Menorca. Can’t really remember, but that is a Planter’s Punch I’m drinking when I was probably only 16...oops.

7 and 8 My late teens/early twenties, so on the cusp of the 90s. The highwaisted jeans, the tucked in sweat-shirt. My dad! My Hair! The dusky pink velour sofa in my parent’s house.

#personal #photos #i take an ordinary picture at the best of times #but this was fun #there were a lot of me looking so tanned it's frightening #no sunscreen #no hat #terrible habits #anyway #this is me

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feelsgoodink · 6 years ago

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His Favorite Flavor ( Klaus Mikaelson x Reader ) **SEQUEL TO HIS FAVORITE COLOR

Warnings; severe insecurity, body negativity. please understand that you are beautiful and that I am not shaming anyone who relates to this as I wrote this from personal opinion and experience. Never hesitate to talk to me!💕

PART ONE; https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/176767974414/his-favorite-color-klaus-mikaelson-x-reader

THE SPIN-OFF; https://feelsgoodink.tumblr.com/post/177064720044/her-fatal-flaw-klaus-mikaelson-x-reader

You had tried to keep your promise to Klaus, despite the way you knew there were parts of him not nearly as honorable as his brother Elijah, desperately you tried to shut out all your thoughts of doubt and insecurity.

However, as you layed in bed and let the soft sounds of your radio whisper tunes in your ear, you found yourself trying to justify the things he had said, debunk them, make yourself believe that he was lying. Maybe he was using flattery as a ploy to distract you.

Why were you so dumb? Dumb enough to open your heart to Klaus when in the same second he could and most likely would of held it in his hands? His oddly soft hands, that in your hair felt like a gentle comb, soothingly and caring. With your head crying into his chest, he very well could of snapped your neck or crushed your skull, and even though you wanted to dwell on that fact, all you could think about was the simple fact that he didn't.

You were always reminded of you how weak you were by the way you caught yourself thinking- and your thoughts made you feel pathetic. You had caught yourself daydreaming, pondering, trying to get close to the feeling of your body in his arms as if it were a craving. How could someone become addicted to something they only tried once? Maybe you understood drugs now.

You were starting to understand several things, as you concluded. But at the same time that certain parts of humanity had began to make sense, everything beyond it had started to become even more of a blur, so confusing, and you felt like you knew nothing. You were clueless. You were helpless.

Helpless. Helplessly, you tried to keep your promise, but to no avail.

You looked in the mirror again. On Sunday, you gazed upon your legs, covered loosely by velour burgundy shorts, and you thought that the red splotches on them were competing with the cover of the fabrics. On Monday, you got out of the shower and let your towel drop onto the rug. For a moment, you tried to appreciate the way that your curves sharply pointed in from your waist to your hips, the crease made you feel as if you might be "thick" or "bodacious". You giggled at the world bodacious and your smile stayed for a few seconds before you slumped your shoulders and saw the way the rolls of your skin folded over on your ribs. In that moment, you knew you had failed the original hybrid.

You stood from your bed and began to rummage through the dresser drawers. The pieces of furniture were probably much, much older than you were, because they belonged firstly to the Salvatore's. Your apparent housemates.

You pulled out a pair of black leggings and made note of the rips in the thighs. You picked out a long-sleeve brown and white striped t-shirt that was three sizes too big and slipped it over you. Your hair was up in a tired, lazy bun.

You walked out of your bedroom, not wanting to spend another moment in there looking at yourself. In your hand was your journal, you had been keeping a diary for about three years now, it was something you, Elena, even Stefan did. You were sure their's were far more interesting and exciting than yours.

Because you, for the most part, were on the outskirts of all the action.

Your diary was a dark plum purple and the pages were college-ruled, the front was covered in silver sequins that when turned over, turned into a shadowy black color. It looked like something from Claire's, which, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't from there.

Writing the date in the corner, you judged your handwriting internally and began to scribble words onto the lines.

I hate the way I feel in my own skin. I feel like I am drowning in my own body, and there's too much room in my brain for my thoughts to run wild. If only I could let it all out.

You remembered how vampires could turn off their emotions when it got too much for them, and you wondered if that was how Damon found himself to of gotten so confident. Besides being built and sculpted like a greek God, that was. Surely even the prettiest people had insecurities, right? Everyone did. You knew that.

I've come to realize that there has never been nor will there ever be a feeling more exhilarating then the way it feels to be held. I think I finally know what love feels like. Not a platonic or filial love, but a romantic love. Not that I'm in love, but I felt it in my chest when he held me and it took away every other feeling I had. It felt like I could breath again, but it also felt like I couldn't catch my breath even if I tried. It was beautiful.

Klaus had told you that you were a work of art, and that almost warmed your chest as you peered down at the paper and remembered the things he said. You let the pen rest on the pages and you closed your eyes, leaning against the sofa with your body pressed into the age-old cushions.

The doorway to the Salvatore house crashed like lightning as both doors swung open, you nearly jumped from your seat from being so startled. Like a bullet, whatever opened the door can hurdling toward the living room.

Finally appearing as a concrete figure and not a blurred apparition, stood Klaus now, he was covered in blood and what appeared as parts of intestines. The appearance of gore made your knees lock with fear as you swallowed back the lump in your throat. He was angry, obviously red with fury and his jaw was clenched as if it was locked from the inside and he had swallowed the key himself. It didn't appear as if he was looking for you. As he usually wasn't.

"Klaus- I-" You started, but the glare in his eyes told you that you should be silent, and so you were. You simply kept trying to stare into his eyes and not at the blood on his arms, or the tiny red splatters on his face. The drops on his oddly pink lips that weren't complete meaning this wasn't just a feeding frenzy. You felt as if you knew that if you were to find out anything, he would tell you on his own time. And he had eternity.

Niklaus stepped back and let his shoulders rest. His narrowed eyebrows raised to a natural position and his expression softened as he saw the obvious fear in you. He wasn't over what he was mad over, not in the slightest. He had just killed all he had if his hybrid army and the only way he could make more... was with the cure. He knew that in order to get that, the mark would have to be completed, although it didn't change the fact that he hated waiting.

"(Y/N), you asked me how I handled the guilt and the death that came with my gains and I promised that you would know that answer." Klaus was speaking fast, and his accent was making some words hard to understand but the obvious rage that was laced in them was unmistakable.

Klaus stepped closer. For a vampire, everything is heightened. Was that even more so for an original who was also a werewolf? You could never tell.

"I don't. I don't handle it. I suppress it and I simply ignore it. Until, something like this happens. Until Tyler Lockwood decides that he wants to overthrow everything I have worked for for over a thousand years, pined over for days on end, dreamt about- oh love, I've only focused on the gains. Not the guilt. Not the death. But now I simply cannot ignore it any longer." He was spitting with some of the words he exclaimed, his composure was completely gone in this moment.

You noticed underneath all that furiosity, seemed to be an aching pain. A twisting loneliness.

"what... what did Tyler do?" You asked. His left eye twitched and you rephrased the question. "What did you do?"

He let out a laugh that could not of been any less sincere. It was terrifying, devious, almost to a comical point as you noticed moisture lining his lower lashline.

"I've had to take out my hybrids, as they were no longer sired to me. I had to chase them all down and I ripped out their hearts from their chest and squeezed the blood from it until it's very last beat. I have beheaded one, watched as her head rolled from her neck to the ground and still conveyed terror on her face-" His rant began again. You didn't want to listen, and he seemed like he didn't really want to tell you.

"Stop it." You told him. He was surprised by your sudden and abrupt response. "Excuse me?" He said.

"Reliving it won't help you. It will only make you more miserable. If you keep thinking about the thing that makes you upset.. it's only worse on you." You said, in differently, calmly. But it was obvious you were talking about something on a smaller scale than the murder of twelve hybrids.

Klaus let out an exhale as the realization of what your statement meant set in. He crossed his blood-stained arms. "You haven't kept your promise to me, have you love?" He watched as your eyes fell to the floor and then caught back up the what you could see of yourself from your eyes down, not being able to see far over your tummy, you bit your lip and that was all the answer he needed.

"Normally, I would be infuriated by the lack of honor in you giving me your word. But I should not of put my faith in you to change a habit that has brewed for so long. I will say, that you are so very, very wrong in thinking the way that you do. I stand by what I told you." You were a distraction from his main problem, and he didn't even know he really wanted a diversion. But now his mind was clouded with the idea of convincing you that you were beautiful.

"How do I know you aren't planning something, manipulating me? How do I know that I can believe a word you say? You think that I'm a work of art? That I should be in a museum rather than locked away in this house playing Rapunzel?" You thought of the fairytale and thought it was a bad analogy. "There's no prince for me to let down my hair for, there is no mother to want me for my hair, I will never be important to anyone, never any use to Elena, or even Jeremy. So what makes you think that I will just believe that I am anything but a pawn in your little game of chess?!" Dear God. You were crying again.

This time, Klaus didn't speak, did not try to combat your arguements with words, maybe he did not have the right amount of mind to muster a lingual reply. You felt a newly familiar electricity as his hand came in contact with your jaw and held your face tightly, before a new sensation touched and silenced any more venom from your throat.

Klaus Mikaelson had kissed you. He was kissing you. His lips were soft and though there were the faintest amount of blood on them all you could focus on was the way it felt. You felt all the words crawling back into your skin through the underneath of your fingernails as your fingers clenched into a fist and you let out a whimper.

You kissed him back. Needingly, desperately, as if he was your last dying breath and you were bringing it back to your lungs. He grabbed you by the soft skin on your hips and he pulled you closer to him, his strength was obvious and undeniable. You felt oddly pleased knowing that this was your first kiss.

"Answer me this, love." He breathlessly muttered on your mouth as his lips parted from yours only for a moment. He popped them back together and then pulled apart again. "What about this feeling that you're feeling right now, warrants any sense of dishonesty?" His charming dialect had returned. He loved the way your lips felt and he loved the way they tasted on his, not in the way he tasted the blood he drank, but to him you were a fine wine, aged to perfection.

He was right. Nothing about this felt dishonest, fact of the matter was, it was the realest thing you had ever felt, it was the strongest feeling you'd ever had, it was exuberant, and it made you feel... it made you feel beautiful.

The hands on your hips made you glad there was enough to hold onto, for his fingers to sink into as he pulled you into him. It was sensual, and that was fine by you.

You brought his lips back to yours quickly and pressed harder against him, his chuckles vibrated against your mouth. "How does this make you feel?" He asked, pulling the two of you apart for longer than fifteen seconds. You could feel your cheeks getting rosy.

"Beautiful." You mumbled. He grinned, letting his thumb pressed down your now swollen bottom lip. "Then it cannot be far from the truth." He told you. You thought you might be melting.

It was in that moment, that you realized that you would eventually have to try and appreciate yourself more, maybe even like yourself. But right now, you didn't feel useless, you didn't feel hideous, or a burden, and right now you had come to realize that you were falling hopelessly, hopelessly in love with Klaus Mikaelson.

And maybe he might be there to catch you.

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MCR specific tags (WIP)

EDIT: This is no longer being updated please go HERE for an updated version.

I had this in a page but it kept losing the tags. I have not the patience to put them all in again today.

Please just put it in manually for now on unlinked ones until I do.

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Frank-

Instagram: frankieromustdie

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Bands: steve weil and the disco kings, Hybrid, Sector 12, Pencey Prep, I am a graveyard, LeATHERMØUTH, Frnkiero andthe cellabration, bloodNUN, frank iero and the patience, fiatfv, frank iero and the future violents

Frank’s covers

Frankie in red

Frank in Purple

Frank in Camo

Frank’s hair

Frank in jean jackets

Other: Frank in aviators, white wrist cuff with studs, skeleton gloves, pink and blue striped tie, tiara frank, frank spitting, padlock necklace, bandana frank, misfits gloves, electrified frankie, pimp frank, frank with dogs, shirtless frank, shower frank, frank drinking water, macaroni necklace, mardi gras beads, frank all in black, red and black bandana, frank in a choker, shovel tie, shorts, american flag guitar strap, frankenstein guitar strap , blindfolded, frank in a suit, pinstripe suit, snap hospital gown, checkered vans, green scarf, frank in glasses, yellow and black shoes, he's wearing a fucking belt/leather strap around his wrist, frank with records, fidget spinner, zombie sticker, arizona tea shorts, transparent sunglasses

Hats: checkered earflap hat, cheese hat, newsies hat, sailor hat, hawaii stocking cap, stocking cap frank, engineer hat, green hat, riot fest sucks hat, i need my space nasa hat, pink milk teeth hat, carhartt beanie

Shirts: Death Spells Arm Stripe Shirt, jail stripe shirt , hostage shirt , yourcodenameis:milo shirt, gray soft looking sweatshirt, faded wash blue button up shirt, I am a monster shirt, brown velour striped shirt, blue arm stripe shirt, steelers 32 shirt , long sleeved polka dot shirt, protect each other shirt , red sweatshirt with foot on fire, green cunt shirt, inside out shirt, kill shirt, lehigh army rotc shirt, hostage shirt, christian death shirt, hi how are you? shirt, eagle sweatshirt, blue short sleeved shirt with white stitching, browns sweatshirt, danzig shirt, bahama mama cat shirt, navy blue V neck sweater, red shirt under black sweater, voice in the wire shirt, kill 'em all shirt, black flag shirt, bart shirt , green inside out airborne shirt , legalize gay shirt , fred perry polo , raglan shirt , gray sweater, yellow morrissey rose shirt , no love shirt , son of a beach shirt , gray and burgundy striped sweater , blue shoulder adidas shirt t, black shirt with yellow arm stripe , white titty pocket shirt , blue denim titty pocket shirt, yellow and blue stripe plaid shirt, black long sleeved shirt with thin white stripe, wu tang clan shirt , faded wash blue button up shirt , duck hunting shirt , hole heart shirt , plaid titty pocket shirt, ramones shirt, white wives shirt, U.S. army patch shirt , bathory sweatshirt, i got crabs at fisherman's wharf in san francisco shirt , dare shirt, x files shirt, boozey shirt, steel city shirt, short sleeve polo with white trim, short sleeve polo with white trim button flap, fuck your crew shirt, inside out rick springfield shirt, red muscle shirt, black muscle shirt, dead animal skeletons sleeveless shirt, LBCB shirt, mystery arm stripe shirt, jawbreaker muscle shirt, two tone blue stripe shirt, boozey shirt, inside out holy family nutley shirt, holy family nutley shirt, smiley face shirt, lumberjack shirt, red shirt with white ribbing, green army shirt , kangaroo shirt, chocolate starlight mint shirt, red dad sweater, black short sleeve center buttons shirt, yellow shirt, black shirt with face on it, royal blue shirt, joy division shirt, coca cola shirt, gray plaid shirt, pizza shirt, No5 Rescue shirt , plaid titty pocket shirt, batman shirt, nails shirt, black short sleeved shirt with orange cold button, white short sleeved shirt with orange cold button, black t shirt, frankly scallop I don't give a clam, goodwill blouse, steel city shirt, burgundy trash talk destroy peace sign shirt, navy blue t shirt, rose bowl 1987 sweatshirt, dave hause starbucks shirt, grateful dead shirt, NVRNDR shirt, blue firmino shirt, harley davidson eagle shirt, green striped soccer jersey, green and blue striped shirt, bleeding smiley face shirt, soccer jersey, batman shirt

striped sailor shirt not to be confused with black sailor striped shirt or sailor blue striped shirt

Jackets and hoodies:

patience windbreaker, cunt sweatshirt , button up hoodie , burgundy hooded sweatshirt, red hoodie , lonsdale london jacket , that damn jacket with the orange pockets , burgundy hoodie , scotch tape jacket , zipper jacket , gray and yellow striped sweater , own name hoodie , racing jacket , white levi denim jacket, denim vest, the banner hoodie, thin white striped hoodie, skeleton crew hoodie, dawn of the dead hoodie, vampire mouth hoodie, adidas windbreaker , jacket with pentagram and finger missing, flair navy blue hoodie. levi fleece lined jacket, skull hoodie, duck hunting hoodie, walt disney world jacket , navy blue hoodie, olive dad sweater, brown dad sweater, never fails to fail me sweatshirt , green coat, carhartt jacket, gray dad sweater with pockets, nylon windbreaker, skeleton ribs hoodie, skeleton jacket , I heart hoodie, SSE hoodie, wallpaper hoodie, purple cable knit sweater, blue cable knit sweater, black v neck sweater, hoodie with strings, blue mustangs sweatshirt, yellow windbreaker, white stringed neck collar hoodie, blue alligator dad sweater, alligator dad sweater, yellow windbreaker, fur trimmed coat, boston hooded sweatshirt, gray windbreaker, skull hoodie, green army sweater, american nightmare hoodie, biker jacket, blue alligator dad sweater with welcome button, blue alligator dad sweater, black hoodie, champion windbreaker, camo windbreaker, red and orange V jacket,

Pins/badges: I’m a mess pin, skeleton crew button

Guitars: Gibson ES, cheap trick bullseye guitar, phant o matic, green guitar, epiphone 50th, blue guitar, red guitar, orange guitar, yellow guitar, guitar with metal front, ftw guitar

Gerard-

Gerard’s art, bat buckle, striped scarf, blue suit, checkered shoes, gerard way smoking, purple gerard, velvet suit, bat buckle

Jackets:

jacket with diamond shapes, kill blazer, black and white coat, white levi denim jacket, candy apple red jacket, C.Taylor Jacket, thin white striped hoodie, black poncho , vomit poncho, T jacket, dead pegasus jacket, faux fur coat, green perry jacket

Hats: beanie gerard, ‘70s hat

Hair: orange hair gerard, red hair gerard, scarecrow hair, lemon gerard, blonde gerard, two tone hair, platinum gerard

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green t shirt, LA Co. jail shirt , western rose shirt, motorhead shirt, danzig shirt, red white and blue star shirt , madonna shirt, black flag shirt, sternum shirt, rolling stones shirt, polka dot shirt , faded wash blue shirt, green schoeneck shirt, , dr. pepper shirt, alkaline trio shirt, pink lips shirt, quiet riot shirt, inside out quiet riot shirt, iron maiden shirt, HAMBURGLAR SHIRT, number 5 shirt, green army shirt, planet of the apes shirt, christmas plaid shirt, plaid shirt, hawaiian shirt , iggy pop shirt, blue shirt with yellow arm stripe, green skull and crossbones shirt, skull and crossbones tie, blue gingham shirt, the crow shirt, planets shirt, t

Events: nccc2016, NYCC2016, twitch stream 2016, twitch stream 2017, wondercon, morrisoncon,

Other:

gerard way smoking, black tie with thin white stripe, velvet suit, zero mask, camo gee, red and black bandana, orange sunglasses, unicorn pin

Ray: blue heart hoodie, Ray’s HAIR

Mikey: Mikey in green sailboat shirt, misfits vans, red scarf mikey, mikey in beach shirt, blue and orange skeleton shirt

Photographers:

neil krug, ture lillegraven, justin borucki, andrew lipovsky, marvin scott jarrett, trip fontaine, Matthias Clamer, brinson banks, rich gaccione, max fairclough, lisa johnson, gene ambo, sarah louise bennett, brandyn leigh, dani silvia, ben gibson, Chris Anthony, Dave Willis,Dave Hill, paul harries, jelle wagenaar, chapman baehler, jenny lewis, eddie malluk, danielle levitt, david reich, micah smith, david ellis, tina korhonen, carter, john mcmurtrie, naki, BJ papas, daragh mcdonagh, tony woolliscroft, andrew kendall, jeremy harris, marvin scott jarett, dean chalkley, scarlet page, greg watermann, lego, sean murphy, martin schoeller, pamela littky steve brown, phil mucci, jennifer tzar, brinson banks, jeremy saffer, roberto chamorro, kevin scanlon, daniel meilniczek, derrick santini, jayme thornton,

Photoshoots:

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La Mode nationale, no. 321, 18 juin 1892, Paris. No. 1. — Toilettes d'été. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Costume en foulard rose, forme blouse. Blouse à longues basques, ouverte sur une longue chemisette en dentelle blanche et retenue à la taille par une écharpe rose, nouée sur le côté. Sur les épaules, pèlerine-collerette en foulard, garnie, ainsi que le bas de la blouse et le bas de la jupe, de ruban fond blanc broché vert et rose. Chapeau de paille éponge blanche, garni derrière par une touffe d'ailes en ruban rose découpé.

(1) Pink scarf costume, blouse shape. Blouse with long basques, open over a long white lace shirt and held at the waist by a pink scarf, tied on the side. On the shoulders, scarf-collar cape, trimmed, as well as the bottom of the blouse and the bottom of the skirt, with white ribbon with green and pink embroidery. White terry straw hat, garnished behind with a tuft of cut-out pink ribbon wings.

Métrage: 15 mètres foulard rose.

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(2) Costume en lainage rouge. Robe polonaise lacée sur le devant du corsage, recouverte dans le haut par une chemisette drapée en foulard rouge à pois noirs, avec manches bouffantes semblables. Veste Figaro en passementerie noire, ouverte sur la chemisette et faisant jockeys sur les manches. Chapeau de paille noire, doublé de foulard rouge, orné par deux plumes marron retombant sur les côtés devant.

(2) Red wool suit. Polonaise dress laced on the front of the bodice, covered at the top by a shirt draped in red scarf with black polka dots, with similar puffed sleeves. Figaro jacket in black trimmings, open on the shirt and jockeying on the sleeves. Black straw hat, lined with red scarf, decorated with two brown feathers falling on the sides in front.

Métrage: 8 mètres lainage rouge, grande largeur; 4 mètres foulard rouge.

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(3) Costume en pékin vert et rose. Corsage bouffant en linon couleur soufre, recouvert du haut par une collerette semblable à la robe et retenu du bas par une écharpe passant sous les bras, croisée et nouée sur le côté avec longs pans frangés retombant jusqu'au bas de la jupe. Manches très bouffantes, avec très hauts poignets. Jupe coupée en biais, faisant petite traîne derrière. Chapeau de paille verte, orné devant par une touffe de coques roses d'où émergent deux petites plumes Mephisto.

(3) Green and pink pekin suit. Bouffant bodice in sulfur-colored lawn, covered at the top by a collar similar to the dress and held at the bottom by a scarf passing under the arms, crossed and tied on the side with long fringed panels falling to the bottom of the skirt. Very puffy sleeves, with very high cuffs. Skirt cut on the bias, with a small train at the back. Green straw hat, decorated on the front with a tuft of pink shells from which two small Mephisto feathers emerge.

Métrage: 14 mètres pékin vert et rose.

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(4) Costume en bengaline rayée rose et noir. Corsage plat, en drap rose, orné de velours noir, disposé en forme de veste. Manches bouffantes du haut, étroites du bas, poignets de velours noir. Jupe plate devant, plissée derrière, ornée dans le bas par un volant à tête. Petite capote à fond plat, ornée devant par une demi-couronne de roses, d'où émergent deux plumes droites.

(4) Pink and black striped bengaline suit. Flat bodice, in pink cloth, decorated with black velvet, arranged in the shape of a jacket. Puff sleeves at the top, narrow at the bottom, black velvet cuffs. Flat skirt at the front, pleated at the back, decorated at the bottom with a ruffled ruffle. Small flat-bottomed hood, decorated in front with a half-crown of roses, from which two straight feathers emerge.

Métrage: 1 mètre drap rose; 12 mètres bengaline.

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(5) Costume en lainage gris. Grand corsage-blouse brodé tout autour devant, retenu à la taille par une ceinture-écharpe en faille verte. Col montant, brodé; manches gigot, brodées de soie noire dans le bas. Jupe fourreau, à tablier brodé tout autour, avec larges plis derrière. Grand chapeau directoire en paille d'Italie grise, orné en dessus par une branche de roses avec feuillage.

(5) Gray wool suit. Large blouse-bodice embroidered all around the front, held at the waist by a green-faille sash belt. Stand-up collar, embroidered; gigot sleeves, embroidered with black silk at the bottom. Sheath skirt, with embroidered apron all around, with large pleats behind. Large gray Italian straw directoire hat, decorated above with a branch of roses with foliage.

Métrage: 12 mètres lainage gris, grande largeur.

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littlelioncub43 · 3 years ago

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I thought he had goldfish on his shirt, and I was really excited for a moment 😹 (he looks so young in that first picture 😄 we love to see some fun smiles)

Anyway! Is that jacket velour? Or suede? Either way, the soft velvety fabric looks so... boarding school uniform chic. Normally I have a distaste for velvet, but this is actually very nice! I love how the black and orange of his shirt ties in with the black and orange of the patches. Then the neutral brown pants? It's giving 1940s/50s vibes and I'm eating it up. My only small "problem" that's not even a problem is the stripes on the sleeve cuffs and waist band, but it's literally not that big of a deal. I really like this look!

8/10!

Fashion Friday

SEBASTIAN STAN AP Stories ph. by Chris Pizzello

#i will now be rating suits and outfits of sebastian and chris #sebastian stan #fashion friday #fashion talks with k

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sphotteeus · 2 years ago

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Gown Like A Badass Y2k In 2022 Full Y2k Trend Guide

15 Top Developments From The 70s Women can find plenty of selections to put on to a 70s theme celebration. The nice information is that many gadgets nonetheless obtainable at your favourite division retailer have changed little or no for the explanation that 1970s. Instead of creating a substantial funding for the get together, think about buying issues that you’ll incorporate into your regular wardrobe afterward. Most had been held in place with a skinny material tie that was simply barely there. While the primary ones usually have been in very brilliant colors, the colours grew to become much less intense over the final decade. These clothes got here to no less than the knee, with many full-length options out there. Women often wore platform sandals and carried leather-based patchwork purses to complete the look. In the late Seventies, tunic tops with pants grew to become a popular pantsuit look. There’s normally an underskirt in a mixing natural tone, worn with the complete skirt. Jackets are never neat and trim, but oversized to provide softness and a relaxed look with sleeves pushed up, the collar turned up, and a muffler typically tied around the neck. [Deeda Blair’s winter 1977] ‘uniform’ was an Yves Saint Laurent costume of a cashmere skirt, wool shirt, cape and scarf,…which she always wore with dark red boots. One of the big modifications in [Mary McFadden’s] present assortment is a loosening of the quite strict, austere McFadden silhouette. That means there are more bloused bodices, somewhat fuller skirts and even numerous layering effects. Shades could possibly be smokey gray, natural amber, or tinted brown. Neutral colours and normal materials made up nearly all of new men’s clothing. There’s usually an underskirt in a mixing natural tone, worn with the full skirt. Every woman had a cowl neck sweater in her closet and every man had a number of striped v-neck velour shirts. Model Monica Platne is photographed in a black-and-silver print gown and a matching head scarf. Pretend you will a discotheque by carrying a long-collar shirt. These shirts had extremely long collars that usually ended with a pointy level. There are two different appears you could select between. The first look is to wear a tight-fitting shirt with an extended collar. Orange Marble Print 3 Piece Bikini & Mini Skirt Set Shoe designers personalised platforms for different fashion audiences. Decorated with studs or rhinestones, they made Pop stars ‘pop’ on stage. Mainstream designs featured patchwork, embroidery, leather-based, or painted artwork. In 1974, Bianca Jagger wore a white tuxedo by Halston to Studio 54 . The look was not dissimilar to Yves Saint Laurent’s 1966 Le Smoking go well with and trousers turned more and more acceptable for each formal wear and work put on. Trouser fits turned much less form-fitting and feminine (Fig. 8), and Diane Keaton as Annie Hall impressed a pattern for layered menswear in 1977 (Milford-Cottam 39-40). This was a shift from the years before when trousers were solely seen as acceptable for days spent around the house. New patterns, such as animal print, and accessories like fur coats made all of them the extra glamorous (Figs. eleven, 12). Throughout a lot of the decade, women and teenage girls wore their hair long, with a centre or side parting, which was a method carried over from the late Nineteen Sixties. Nguồn https://www.hotteeus.com/gown-like-a-badass-y2k-in-2022-full-y2k-trend-guide

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