#crap eyewear

[taylorswiftstyle]

Attending the US Open | New York City, NY | September 8, 2024

Reformation 'Sora Linen Dress' - $248.00 Crap Eyewear 'The Marquee Rox' - $99.00 Louis Vuitton 'Louise PM Earrings' - $575.00 EF Collection ‘Diamond Mini Huggie & Prong Set Chain Stud Earring’ - $850.00 Foundrae 'Heart Sealed Gemstone Crest Rose Gold’ - $2,050.00 Wove Made x Michelle Wie West 'Custom Diamond Tennis Bracelet’ - $5,680.00 (starting) Lizzie Mandler ‘3 Row Cleo Bracelet’ - $18,300.00 Jacquie Aiche ‘Large Marquise Diamond Pave Signet Ring’ - $6,250.00 Retrouvai 'Rubellite and Diamond Ring' - no price listed Retrouvai 'Magna Ring' - $3,210.00 Gucci ‘Jackie Notte Mini Bag’ - $3,980.00 Tiffany & Co ‘Diamond Wire Ring’ - $2,675.00 Gucci 'Horsebit Detailed Platform Leather Sandals' - $1,100.00

While some wondered if Taylor would appear at any NYFW shows this week, a sporty outing to watch a fellow American Taylor (Fritz) in the US Open final is just as fun. And such great symmetry! The gingham print of this dress is sweet and breezy. It calls to mind picnics on the grass, apple pies, and Americana. In other words, a wholesome and summery piece to wear when supporting an American athlete. Love!

The brand is also a longtime Taylor staple. She’s been wearing Reformation pieces since 2012!

Taylor has been on a bit of a Louis V kick as of late, adding these monogrammed earrings to her latest run of pieces that have included two bags and a pair of boots.

Among Taylor’s style pillars include the art of the high/low (mixing high end designer pieces with more approachably priced items) and indie designers. To my eye, it looks like Taylor has added a new eyewear brand to her collection - the humourously named Crap Eyewear which are founded and designed in Los Angeles, CA.

Taylor’s jewelry was, once again, a lot of repeats. Pieces that she’s worn and loved and had in her jewelry box for awhile. Both bracelets seemingly haven’t left her wrists since she wore them to the Chiefs vs Ravens game last week. The #Tiffany ring was an addition she wore on the Eras Tour stage during the first round of dates in London. The #Foundrae crest necklace was worn back in January of this year. Set into a crest, this collection for Foundrae is a celebration of love in all its forms including romantic, platonic, and self. Taylor’s discography, of course, famously “a love letter to love itself” which makes this a perfect piece for her. 

The Retrouvai pieces are also familiar. The ‘Magna’ ring Taylor wore to the Super Bowl earlier this year. The heart ring you might recognize as from the “I Bet You Think About Me” music video which Taylor’s friend Blake Lively directed. This ring also just so happens to be Blake’s. It was a bespoke commission as part of the brand’s Heirloom collection and comprises an 8-carat heart shaped rubellite set off with a halo of 2.5-carat diamonds. Designer Kirsty Stone described Blake as a “true jewelry lover” and the “incredible” opportunity it was to design something for “her personal collection.” 

For a coordinating pop of red against her gingham check dress. This was a cute pairing! You might also recognize this bag from the London candids in June.

Photo by MediaPunch/Bauer-Griffin via Getty Images

[grrl-beetle]

Crap Eyewear

[redcarpet-streetstyle]

[godsavethemusic]

myself

[loser-vuitton]

ig: @brittanyzapata

[awstenlookbook]

To model the new Property Tour merch, Awsten wears Crap Eyewear X Paramore "The Rosie Boy" sunglasses (originally $79, no longer for sale).

📸Jawn Rocha via Waterparks Twitter

EDIT: Shirt

[jordanthecomeback]

Tchotchke for Crap Eyewear

[tvshowcloset]

Who: Haley Lu Richardson as Portia What: Crap Eyewear The Supa Phreek Sunglasses in Kiwi Bio / Amber - $89.00 Where: The White Lotus 2x02 “Italian Dream”

Worn with: John Galt top, Urban Outfitters skirt and Dunnes Stores sandals 

[userparamore]

that time in like 2019 where it was darker in front and bleached at the back

i cant find pics right now but i remember zac took a bunch of then on films and she looked amazing

📸: zac farro

[dessyhinds]

[taylorswiftstyle]

Ahead of Eras Tour returning | Miami, FL | October 18, 2024

Ralph Lauren 'Vintage Fleece Logo Sweatshirt' - $168.00 Crap Eyewear 'Marquee Rox' - $99.00 Iconic Denim 'Poppy Wide Leg Jeans' - $199.00 Louis Vuitton 'Isola Sandal' - $910.00

Back in office, indeed! Taylor truly in her element at a sold out stadium with a cat on her arm - we do love to see it. How I’ve missed her! In the excitement of the book launch (and said book becoming a NYT bestseller[!!!]), it almost slipped my mind that the Eras Tour is kicking back in for its final leg across the U.S. and Canada this weekend.

Secondary to green, I have a bit of a thing for Blondes In Yellow™ - so this cozy sweatshirt was very up my alley. Taylor rewears her ‘Marquee’ sunnies that she first debuted at the US Open last month. There’s currently a BOGO deal on them! To my eye, it appears that Taylor is wearing a brown pair of strappy LVs. I love the warm tone here and the chic 70s-ish vibe it gives when paired with her wide leg jeans.

[miraclewoozi]

SPECTACLE. -j.ww

in which your new boyfriend, wonwoo, doesn't give a crap about his expensive eyewear.

pairing : wonwoo x fem!reader. content : smut. pwp. tags under the cut. MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT. w/c : 2.7k. notes : yeah i kinda. went insane over this idea. so. bon appetite to you, and also to wonwoo ? i guess.

content + smut tags : established - but new - relationship. making out. FACE SITTING. impact play? (one gentle butt slap). the shenanigans are on a couch if that matters, i don't know. reader is a little shy about doing it. PLEASE let me know if i've forgotten anything.

Wonwoo looks flushed when he pulls away from where he’s been kissing and nipping at the side of your neck, hair stuck up in every direction thanks to your tugging fingers and your gentle guidance to help him find your sweet spots. His lips are pink and a little plumped. His glasses are steaming up, sitting halfway down the bridge of his nose, and every slightly heavier breath he takes makes his broad chest rise and fall where it’s pressed wholly against yours.

You can’t help yourself from leaning forward into another kiss; he’s completely irresistible. Maybe the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. And while this isn’t really news to you, the dynamic of your relationship with him shifted a month or so ago and you’re still getting used to the privilege of seeing him this close up. 

He’s still adjusting too, if the way he groans directly into your mouth, hands groping harder at the curve of your ass as you shuffle in his lap is anything to judge by. Still learning, still figuring you out. But – and this is how you know what you’re building here might be the real deal – even when it’s clumsy, and when you knock teeth while you’re kissing and burst into slightly pained giggles, or when things accidentally slip out of place while you’re getting steamy… everything Wonwoo does makes your spine tingle. Makes your stomach flip. Makes your core throb. 

Even when it doesn’t always work? It makes sense, and it’s perfect, and losing yourself in the way his lips caress and worship yours is so damn easy when he murmurs your praises just for letting him do this in the first place.

“Will you do something for me?” He asks after a small forever, pulling back just far enough that he's not breathing up your nose. His hands have made their way under your – his – hoodie now and he’s grazing his fingers over your ribs, tickling enough to make you whimper, not enough for you to want to swat him away.

You think you’d give him the world if he asked for it in that deep, rough voice he adopts when things start heading in this direction. The moon too. Shit, if you could get a lasso around the sun and bring it closer to keep him warm, you’d do that as well. So, whatever his little request is now, you know you’re going to agree; resting your hands on his shoulders (finally leaving his gorgeous hair alone), you lean back from him and nod your head.

“Anything,” you say. You’re certain that you feel his cock twitch in his sweatpants where it’s pressed against the inside of your thigh, but you’re not quite sure why. 

It makes you feel hot, though. More-so when he bites back a grin, lips curling in that adorable way. It feels greatly unfair that you can’t swoop down right this second to kiss him again, and again, and again; as painful as it is though, you do exercise enough grace to wait for him to come out with it.

“Get up,” he says softly, dropping his hands down your sides and squeezing at your hips once. 

You do as he asks and move off his lap, sitting on the other side of the couch; he doesn’t say anything else as he stands up himself, pulls his hoodie off over his head and tosses it to one side before sinking all the way down to the floor. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t see you. He shuffles into place with his back against the edge of the seat and only once he’s comfortable does he turn to look at you over one shoulder, grinning brilliantly.

“Okay,” he says, bending his knees and planting his heels into the floor. “Come here.”

You stand up off the cushions now and look down at him for a second, wondering what on Earth is going through his mind, but you know better than to start questioning his strange ideas. Especially when he’s in this sort of a mood. You step over him, one foot either side of his hips, and start to drop down too, but he puts a hand on each of your knees and stops you before you’re in his lap once again.

“No,” Wonwoo says, shaking his head. His hands then make their way to the backs of your thighs and he pushes forwards, trying to guide you where he wants you. Your knees bend of their own accord and press against the couch on both sides of his head. “Like this.”

You don’t exactly freeze up, but it is as if you forget how to control all of your muscles for a second. The ones in your legs seem to turn to jelly and you know it’s only because the sofa is currently taking a portion of your weight that you don’t buckle completely and fall onto the top of his head. The ones in your face give you a slack-jawed, wide-eyed, unblinking expression. 

Your abdominal muscles tighten and your cunt flutters at what you’re sure he’s trying to suggest, the rush of wetness you feel only worsened by the intensity in his eyes as he tips his head back and looks at you.

“Please?” He asks, all sweet but deep and rough at the same time. 

“Are you s–?” You start to ask. 

Wonwoo clicks his tongue at you and tries to encourage you further onto the couch to prove his point. “Yes,” he says, nodding eagerly. 

And then, just so you really can’t mistake what he's asking for–

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Your entire body heats up at how bluntly he says it. You squeeze your eyes shut and bite the inside of your cheek so that you don’t accidentally laugh with the nerves already trying to burst out of your tummy. 

It’s not that you don’t want to. If you had a penny for every time you’d thought about him giving himself up for your pleasure this way, you’d be rich. You do. You’re going a little crazy just imagining how good it’s going to feel. 

It’s just that him being so bold about it has you feeling shy, and that’s never happened to you before. You’re at a loss. You’re totally stumped.

When you open your eyes again and look down at him, Wonwoo is just as earnest and hungry for you as he was a few seconds ago. If anything, it’s as if he wants it more. It’s without a doubt the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re nodding at him; his fingers start to drag up and down the backs of your thighs happily, before they hook under the waistband of your shorts and gently make that first little pull.

“If you don’t like it, we can stop,” he says to you, only pulling them all the way down when you start to help him. They get tossed over to the side to join his hoodie after you step out of them. His eyes glance to the panties you’re wearing – the last barrier, the final thing keeping him from what he’s so desperate for – before he looks back at your face and flashes you a smile. “Just tell me, okay?”

“It’s not that,” you laugh softly, taking off your own jumper and throwing it onto the pile. Wonwoo groans at the sight of you; you roll your eyes at him. “You just… took me by surprise.”

“Good,” he sighs, wrapping an arm around one of your legs and letting you settle onto your knees in position over his mouth, pressing his fingers into the top of your thigh. 

The first soft press of his lips over your panties makes you gasp and you hold a little tighter onto the back cushions as you look down at him. His eyes are closed already as he breathes your heady scent in, deep enough to hopefully stain his lungs, enough that he’ll never get rid of it, that he’ll be able to carry you everywhere he goes. 

But Wonwoo’s closed eyes aren’t the only thing you notice between your thighs and a soft laugh replaces the pleased sounds already spilling from your lips. One hand drops down to where he's settled and your fingers brush against his temple as they try to pinch at one side of his glasses. He looks affronted when he catches your gaze.

“What’re you doing?” He asks, gently moving your hand away. 

You tilt your head at him. “Your glasses,” you prompt, moving to reach for them again. His fingers curl around your wrist and he shoves your hand into his hair instead, rubbing the tip of his nose against the inside of your thigh.

“I want to keep them on,” he tells you.

“What if they break?”

“Don’t care,” he hums, kissing his way back towards your covered pussy. “I’ll buy a new pair. I just wanna see you.”

You swallow at this and decide that you’re definitely not going to try and change his mind, instead choosing to tilt your head back and let his skilled tongue work you up through your underwear. It’s a mess of arousal and spit and they’re soaked, translucent, clinging to you by the time he’s frustrated with them; frankly, so are you, and it's a relief when he concludes that enough is enough.

“Baby,” he groans as he pulls your underwear to one side and has to crane his neck up to lick the flat of his tongue in a stripe up your slit. You whine, the cool air and his hot breaths a menacing mix of sensations, but you don’t have the sense to respond; one soft slap of his hand against your ass makes you look back down at him, though, and you’re met with dark eyes, flushed cheeks and a practically frenzied Wonwoo in the space between your hips. Your sweet, softly spoken boyfriend is nowhere to be found.

“I said, sit.”

His strong arm tugs you down and your knees slide against the cushions, bringing your pussy even closer to his face, literally forcing you to rest against his lips. He chuckles triumphantly and buries his tongue between your folds, tasting you so much more legitimately than before. The way he loves – straight from the source, the spring. You feel him prod at your hole and your walls clench around what he gives you – barely just the tip, but it’s enough to have you reeling already, and when his other arm hooks around your other thigh, when he starts to move you back and forth, you take very little convincing to start to rock your hips down against him on your own.

“Oh,” you whimper as his lips seal around your clit and he sucks at it once, giving a few experimental flicks of his tongue at the same time. The hand in his hair tightens immediately and Wonwoo groans with you still in his mouth, sending delicious vibrations through your sensitive nerves and making you gush onto his chin. 

“So fucking pretty like this,” he tells you, stroking his thumb over your waist. “Might be my new favourite view.”

He keeps lapping at you teasingly, testing circles and sideways motions, precise swipes, long drags; every subtle change as he tries to find what makes you scream in this position draws a different sound from your throat. He tenses the muscle and fucks your dribbling hole with it while encouraging you to move enough forward that his nose bumps against your clit with every jerky rock of your hips. You’re grinding faster, now, pressing down against his mouth harder, caring less by the second about whether his glasses are actually going to break in two. Besides, the way he drinks you down tells you that he could do this for a week straight without getting tired; he doesn’t want you to stop, or slow down, or ease up. He wants more. And if you’re too shy to give it to him, he’ll just take, take, take.

“Just– oh, fuck,” you gasp as his tongue finds your clit again and he laps at it with so much zeal that he could rival your favourite vibrator. “Just like that–”

Both of his hands grasp you tighter, squeezing and massaging and kneading at your soft skin as you chase your high on his pretty face. His eyes are tightly closed in his own rapture, and you hope that he won’t blame you for wanting him to open them; your hand pulls harshly at his hair again, hard enough to make him cringe, enough to make him stop for just a second before he sees how wound-up you look. You try to pull off from him a little, at least enough for him to catch a couple of breaths, but Wonwoo captures your pussy between his lips before you even hear him inhale.

“You– you wanted to s—see me,” you stutter out as the fire starts to catch and you feel warmth and ecstasy start to build at your core. “Fuck– ah–”

So he does. With big, hungry eyes, Wonwoo watches as you hurtle towards oblivion, as you writhe and squirm and grind down against his ardent mouth.

He sends you crashing over the edge with a wet sob, your own eyes closing now as you see stars in the darkness and ride your high out on his still-moving tongue. There are tears on your cheeks before you can do anything about it. Your walls spasm around nothing. He barely slows, taking back enough pressure so that your pleasure doesn’t turn to pain. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t even blink until you’re out the other side of your climax, though.

When your pants start to die down and you’re twitching to get away from him, so sensitive that even his tiny kisses make you shudder, Wonwoo drops his head back down to the pillows and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. You don’t have the strength to move yet, still reeling, still too floaty to try for any level of coordination, but he doesn’t mind. Your swollen, glistening pussy right over his face is something he'd pay millions to see.

“Didn’t even break the glasses,” you laugh weakly once your voice decides to come back to you. 

“Mm,” Wonwoo hums, sliding them off his nose and inspecting them. He ‘tsk’s before putting them back on. They’re steamed at the edges and a little smeary now, and he surely can’t actually see that clearly through them. He obviously doesn’t care. “That’s not good enough.”

“Huh?” you ask, moving carefully so as not to plant your knee into his jaw but still trying to bring your legs together so that you can sit to one side. He isn't having it, though, and slowly shuffles up onto his knees, turns around to face you and lays his fingers on one of your ankles, wasting no time in trying to pry your legs apart again.

“That’s. Not. Good. Enough,” he repeats, using his other hand to palm himself over the fabric of his sweatpants. The tent in them would be comical if it weren’t for the animalistic look in his eyes; there’s nothing laughable about the way he’s looking at you right now, though.

“So what are we gonna do about it?” You ask, opening back up for him and not hiding how you stare as he rips his shirt off over his head. Then, he slides his fingertips up the inside of your calf, to your knee, down your thigh… he drags them over the lips of your pussy and collects a little of your slick on them before bringing his hand to his lips and sucking it clean.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” he tells you, groaning at your sweet taste as if he wasn’t just drowning in it a minute and a half ago. He lowers himself until he's once more level with your cunt and guides both of your legs over his shoulders, smirking up at your expectant face. “Maybe try to squeeze your thighs a little more this time. See if that does the trick.”

thank you so much for reading!! i hope u enjoyed this hehe. as always, likes, reblogs, replies, feedback and asks are always super appreciated.<3

[nyc-looks]

Amelia, 32

“My shorts and cardigan are from @opcbuyselltrade in Bushwick, cami is thrifted, boots are Ariat, sunglasses are Crap Eyewear, earrings are my mom’s. Getting dressed is one of my primary creative outlets. I love balancing color, texture, shape, and fit to craft each outfit. I look for inspiration everywhere, but my style is heavily shaped by all the well-dressed women in my life.”

Oct 7, 2023 ∙ Bushwick

[as-salty-as-the-sea]

hey fellas so i think i have a new favourite coach

i'm not too late for the scotty appreciation train, am i? ^^"

also i apologise profusely for getting scotty's hair texture wrong, i didn't look at the official pictures clearly enough 😔😔

check out under the cut for more scotty!!

(ps pls pls plss click on the images for high quality)

ref 1: 小红书 (xiao hong shu) id: 412181236

ref 2: myself lol

ref 3: hot lava x crap eyewear lookbook https://www.crapeyewear.com/pages/lookbooks-hot-lava-2023

ref 4: sprite for april may from phoenix wright: ace attorney

[dykehayleywilliams]

Sorry but you are sooooo pretty, and the glasses look cute and cool

owning the rose colored boy crap eyewear sunglasses is my entire personality (and thank youuuuuuu you’re too kind 🥺)

[rhmis-user-2020]

Parent swap AU

[Marcellus isn't the son of Ramona and Gilbert, he’s the son of the leader of Old Corona, Quirin. Varian isn’t the leader's son, he's the face of the abuse of Ramona and Gilbert and the one who causes rebellion towards them]

Marcellus

This does not change their personalities, Marcellus is still creative, optimistic, empathetic, disciplined, lightheaded and humble. Who wants to take in his father's footsteps to become a leader of Old Corona, and often follows Quirin.

After the death of Quirin's wife, the man grew protective of Marcellus as he shielded him from discriminative comments and judged looks. As well as bullies Marcellus, he defends him when he gets ridiculed.

In the original/canon AU or maybe canon divergence AU. Marcellus got inspired by alchemy by Varian and even wanna do things just like him and Varian creating sunscreen, an umbrella and breathable material. In this AU, Marcellus was gifted a sunscreen by the doctor and breathable material.

While Quirin does try to lighten up, Marcellus's mood after the death of his mother. He will teach Marcellus how to act like a leader in the village, even guiding him. Quirin does not yell at Marcellus, cause Marcellus is not Varian to almost kill Old Corona with his inventions. Because of this, Quirin views him as a little too disciplined. Marcellus slowly grew to take in his father's footsteps and be a leader of the village, and often listens and followed Quirin.

Marcellus still wants to know more about Quirin, since he kinda like to hear the man's words about topics. In the dark kingdom, where Quirin was a knight to King Edmund and had friends like Adira and Hector.

Quirin does occasionally help Marcellus with farming pumpkins and such, even Marcellus finds it fun.

He grew up in a sheltered house due to Quirin is a little more concerned about his albinism, and he does know this because people with albinism are vulnerable from the sun or light. And bullying, teasing or unwanted questions about their appearance, eyewear or visual aid tools.

When Marcellus shortly meets Varian, he won't expect Varian to act rebellious towards him. As he glares at him every time, they meet each other.

Varian

You can imagine how that goes. Varian won't tolerate the pain from his parents who treated him like crap by abusing him and cutting his leg off for being late, and cause of this he grew rebellious over them and the village for not helping him.

He often challenges his parents, Ramona and Gilbert and grows irritable as he doesn't like being hurt by people over being different.

His parents do "punish" him, by punishing him means abusing him. Varian will grow more rebellious and each time, he won't like seeing them. His father will be abusive and egocentric towards Varian, at times. He would be angry at Varian if he dared to "talk back" at him, and not obey them by not cooking or sweeping the house or rooms plus he isn't allowed to eat food with them and even for himself, he won't allow his wife who is Ramona to place a plate for Varian. He often sexually assaulted and harassed him! Which disgusts him and gives him the right to literally be even more rebellious towards them each time, his mother is just as abusive as her husband albeit she acts submissive towards him and his actions. She often is shown to cook food for the family and places plates on the diner table to eat but does not place one for Varian since she views him as inhuman, but she often scolds him. Which makes Varian, pretty much get pissed off at her.

Varian will argue with his brother, as he does not like to be laughed at when he gets "punished" by their parents and even joins with his parents to hurt him, his brother exploits or uses him for his own advantage by manipulating him. Varian will outsmart him, and actually make Ignatius even more angry.

The boy once his parents got arrested, became even more rebellious when no one helped him else than the villager who saw him in the horrid state when they reported him to the guards about the abuse.

Besides Varian's personality is similar to how he was in half of season 1 but dialled to 100, as he hates the abuse of both parents and brother. The neglect, abuse, pain and all of this make Varian even more rebellious than usual.

When Varian agrees to act a little not trusting of someone, he will glare at them or give them a cold look. Emotionless stare or vacant depends on how he reacts or sees things, Marcellus's eyes will often be worried when seeing Varian in a state where he is in pain.

"Guess, what? You have a better life than I do."