#custom made vests

[leathercollectionus]

Leather Vest

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Leather Vest

[mxwormie]

i put together a custom decora girlz doll inspired by @/texcritterspizzajamboree

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[l0ganberry]

[flownwrong]

if you're in your mid 20s and you are not dressing up as a german genderfuck industrial pioneer in his mid 20s, why celebrate halloween at all

[flittermousing]

Work shenanigans. Jazzy loves the culture here :)

[orangeocelotmartyn]

When the games are over and they’re all set free, they All need therapy—who wouldn’t, being forced into death games and all. They all go to group therapy sessions and private ones, which is how ren discovers what therapy dogs have to go through to graduate, and he decides you know what, I can do that

And that’s how Martyn winds up with a massive wolf laying on top of him, his hands resting in dark brown fur on ren’s hair before he even realizes he’s about to have a panic attack

[kerosene-saint]

I am a serial bandom fan made merch collector

[threadsun]

sleepy anon here. glad you figured shit out! im a bit late to everything but im glad it got mostly resolved from the sounds of things. I was busy with going through the patreon becaise i just realized i have funds to actually sign up for it, and OOPH those audiodramas (positive) anyways heres the Sleeby Thought of the day/night

everyone in sdj needs a service dog. Emotional support? Cardiac alert? Autism support? (those exist i know someone who has one hes a goober) Hallucination detector? everyone needs one.

lmao yeah I was having a Moment. But I'm all good now!! Oh the patreon is so worth it, Moon and I enjoy everything on it greatly!! (yes I have the official sdj dildo, not that anyone was wondering)

Ooooh I love that!!! I'm back on my chronically ill/disabled Nick bullshit, I think Pico and Cheese are medical alert dogs. Maybe one for migraines and one for heartrate or something? idk. But definitely medical alert dogs. Also he could use a giant dog to be a mobility service dog!!

[sansevierias]

since kerry even puts silly little hats on his security robots, there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t dress up nibbles when given the chance.

[addictedbespoke]

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[henrysmith891]

Leather Biker vests are a timeless classic

Certain pieces in the world of fashion are symbols of unbridled freedom, rebellious charm and untamed style. The leather biker jackets are one of the most popular, combining fashion and functionality. In this article, we explore the leather biker vest. We look at their evolution, history and appeal.

Cool Roots

After World War II motorcycle clubs, which were seen as the pinnacle of coolness at the time, began to produce leather vests. Marlon in "The Wild One", an iconic figure, donned leather vests to embrace the rebellious nature. The vests, originally designed for practical protection, quickly became symbols of nonconformity and counterculture.

Changes in Style

Although leather vests remain a mainstay of motorcycle culture, they have evolved beyond their practical origins. Modern versions come in a wide range of designs, from simple, elegant lines to embellished, intricate ones. Fashion enthusiasts who are looking for a sophisticated yet edgy style have embraced vests as a stylish fashion accessory.

You can express yourself through Iconic symbols and personal expression:

The ability of leather vests to be a canvas that allows for individual expression is what makes them so unique. With patches, unique embellishments and pins on each vest, it tells its own story. The vests that were worn originally by motorcycle club memberships to represent their affiliations are now used to allow individual expressions of identity, experiences, and interests. This personalization feature has made leather vests more appealing to people who are not bikers.

Versatility redefined

Leather motorcycle vests have transcended the niche they were originally created for, and are now essential wardrobe pieces. The seamless transition of leather biker vests into mainstream fashion is proof that they can be adapted. The leather vest effortlessly balances the rebellious with refined. It can be worn over jeans and T-shirts for an easygoing, relaxed vibe, or it can even be layered on a shirt to add a sophisticated edge.

The Craftsmanship of Durability and the Quality:

The durability of leather vests and their craftsmanship, in addition to their attractive aesthetics, contribute to their popularity. Made from top-quality leather these vests exude rugged appeal and provide functionality. They are appreciated by riders for their protection against abrasions and weather conditions.

Freedom Symbol:

The appeal of leather vests is rooted in the association they have with freedom and individuality. Wearing these vests is a way to express a spirit which transcends social norms. This leather vest is a representation of the freedom to be yourself and breaking away from societal norms.

Leather vests are more than just clothing. They're cultural artifacts with a history that is rich and timeless. The vests are still riding the style waves, from their roots in rebellious motorcyclist subcultures to today's versatile status as fashion statements. The leather vests, as symbols of freedom and individual expression that are also cool, proves to be timeless fashion statements.

[pineyw00dsshesquatch]

TIFF-ANEEEEEEE!

Freddie Mercury with his cats.

[soothsayersblog]

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[addictedbespoken]

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[lamaery]

This time it is Rlain's turn to gaze. :D There's a reason mateform makes you unfocused. Here is Renarin looking back

ID: The first image features Renarin through Rlain's loving eyes. In all, Renarin glimmers with handsomespren. In none of them is Renarin looking back at us. They paint a beautiful vision of being in love with a man who prefers not to make a lot of eye contact. In the first drawing, Renarin looks out from a slightly ducked posture, his attention focused elsewhere and his expression privately delighted, as if he'd just thought of something wickedly clever that he hasn't yet shared. The light catches his features in an alluring way, and the viewer knows exactly what Rlain loves about his boyfriend's brilliant mind. In the second drawing, Renarin looks out into the middle distance, his expression serious and emotionally neutral, but somehow weighted with responsibility. His wide Blackthorn jaw seems slightly clenched, but unconsciously. His collar is tantalizingly open, allowing Rlain to enjoy the elegant length of his neck and that secret hollow of his throat. In the third sketch, Renarin is seen from above. He's leaning back in a chair, his head resting comfortably and uninhibitedly, supported by the chair's curved back. He's looking in the opposite direction from the viewer, but he smiles with teeth. His collar is wide open, and he looks so comfortable in his own skin. Like, he's so completely relaxed, so uninhibited, like sharing his personal space bubble and his body with Rlain is effortless. In the fourth sketch, Renarin stands across the room, about twenty feet away. His weight is subtly on his back foot to compensate as he holds up at an arm's length an impeccably pressed, regal knee-length Kholin jacket. In his other hand, he holds his shorter Bridge Four jacket, in a way that will keep the collar from being creased. He's wearing an undershirt that my heart knows was custom made for his measurements with a pair of pants with a line of coy, delicate little buttons down the split in his lower pants leg, from knee to lower calf. The split shows a tantalizing sliver of calf, and he doesn't even realize how handsome he is. His pants make his butt a little flat, but we all must cope with devastating trials in this mortal realm. He has elegantly boned feet and there's a slim musculature behind his leanness now, and isn't that all that really matters in this universe? Rlain thinks so. In the fifth drawing, Renarin leans over a few scribbled pages, one hand pointed outward as it presses flat against the table.  He seems deep in conversation with Glys, attention focused inward as he focused on the complexities of a mystery.  He's wearing a buttoned-down version of a fancier outfit: a tailored cross-body vest that emphasizes the slimness and sleekness of his build. and matching trousers.  Beneath that is a button-up shirt with an open collar and rolled-up sleeves, because Marie loves us and she wants us to be happy. The second image, at the top right, is a very cartoonishly minimalistic and humorously stylized illustration of mateform Rlain standing with absolutely zero chill, his arms crossed in a way he wants you to think is relaxed, but clearly isn't relaxed at all.  He's staring forward and sweating, the words "Trying very hard to concentrate." snaking around his head.  He's also wearing a very wide open collar in harmony with his stouter overall physique.  He also has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, because everyone deserves to see their favorite forearm circumference represented in media. 3 and 4 are a trio of very quick and sketchy but also ADORABLE illustrations, Rlain grabs a surprised Renarin's vest front, which draws a deep blush and a very enthusiastic and eager little grin.  Surprises are not always great, but he's 100% down with this one!  They meet in a kiss, craning over the table between them, Rlain's hand still clutching a fistful of Renarin's vest and Renarin reciprocating with passion, cradling the back of Rlain's neck with one hand, one finger running up the bare skin where neck meets skull.  Passionspren fall thickly around them.

[thefreakandthehair]

jacket.

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompts: jacket | wc: 999 | rating: teen & up | tags: alternate universe- no upside down, alternate universe- coffee shop au, different first meeting, musician!Eddie (if you squint), barista!Steve, platonic stobin, meddling Robin, flirting, fluff, getting together, requited pining

“Need me to grab the mop bucket?” Robin asks, leaning forward and into his field of vision. 

Steve snaps back into reality from an elongated daydream to find Robin staring at him, grinning maniacally. 

“Did I spill something?” He checks around the back of the display case, finding nothing.

“No, you’re just drooling, that’s all.” Robin shrugs and claps him on the shoulder. “You ever gonna talk to him?” 

“I talk to him every day, Rob—” Steve starts but doesn’t get to finish because the Him in question appears.

A chill blows through the door along with him, a dusting of snow stuck to his sneakers and dotting the shoulders of his leather jacket. Steve’s not sure how he’s even wearing that thing over what looks to be several layers of teeshirts and under a thick, denim vest laden with hand stitched patches. 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” Robin whispers and scurries away, smirking. 

He hates her. 

He loves her, but he hates her. 

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve welcomes his favorite customer, feigning normalcy because he’s anything but normal about this man he can’t stop fucking daydreaming about. “What’ll you have today?”

“Hmm,” Eddie ponders, throwing his jacket over the back of his usual chair at a bistro table by the window. “What was that gingerbread whatever the fuck you made yesterday?” 

Steve laughs, his nose crinkling. “I don’t think that’s what it’s called but if that’s what you want, I can make it for you.”

“Sign me up, big boy. Give me something hot and sweet,” Eddie winks and hands Steve a few dollar bills, their fingers grazing. Steve’s heart thumps in his chest as he tries to remember how to work the stupid cash register. Eddie pockets his change and heads over to the small table. 

Steve does his best not to stare, but the coffee shop is quiet today and he can only pretend to clean the countertop so many times until that becomes more obvious than Steve just… looking. So he looks. 

Like every other day for the last few months, Eddie whips out a notebook and sips the sugary abomination as he writes. Tapping his pen against the laminate of the table, scratching his chin, watching out the window, and then writing in unpredictable bursts only to repeat the cycle again and again. Steve doesn’t know anything about Eddie and asking what he’s working on in this private little notebook feels invasive. 

Not that he doesn’t wonder out loud when Eddie’s not around— it’s why Robin won’t stop teasing him. 

The snow continues to fall, sparkly fat flakes that stick to the sidewalk as Eddie works, and writes, and taps his pen just loud enough for Steve to make over the low hum of the holiday music they’re forced to play. 

“Fuck!” Eddie shouts, startling Steve out of his thoughts as he scrambles to shove the notebook into his bag. “Sorry, I’m just, I’m late for a really important practice and just realized the time. Thanks for the coffee, Steve!” 

“You’re wel—” The bell over the door chimes before he can finish the word, “—come.”

“Goddamn it,” Steve sighs. 

“Still nothing?” Robin pokes her head out from the backroom where she’d stayed hidden for absolutely no reason. 

“No, Robin. Still nothing. He’s a customer and I don’t wanna be a creep, okay?” 

“It didn’t stop you when we worked at the ice cream parlor. Or the video store. Or the—”

“I’ve evolved! Give me some credit!”  

“Oh, look!” Robin ignores him and walks past him to grab a leather jacket off of the back of Eddie’s chair. “He left his jacket! You can start a conversation when he comes back for it, right?” 

“Who do you think I am? Cinderella?” Steve laughs, but takes the jacket all the time. 

Robin rolls her eyes. “Well, technically, he’d be Cinderella. He left this jacket behind like some sort of metalhead glass slipper.”

“Let me try again: who do you think I am? A fucking Disney prince?”

“You could be if you tried harder.”

Steve doesn’t respond, just shakes his head again and quietly takes the jacket home with him for safekeeping. He’ll give it back to Eddie tomorrow, and maybe Robin will stop making jokes about Disney movies. 

Except Eddie doesn’t come back the next day. 

Or the day after that. 

A week passes, and Eddie still hasn’t come back for his jacket or his daily coffee that’s more syrup than coffee, but Steve keeps the jacket, brings it back and forth to and from work every day for over a week. 

It’s a bitterly cold morning when Steve eventually breaks. Eddie’s leather jacket hangs over his arm, like it has every morning, and he stops at a crosswalk to throw it on over his own bomber jacket. Warm and rich, he lifts the top collar up over his face to protect his frozen nose and inhales the remnants of smoke and musk. 

When he finally makes it to the shop, he breathes a sigh of relief that Robin cranked the thermostat. 

“There it is,” a familiar voice pops up behind him. “I thought I left it here.” 

Steve’s not cold anymore, hot embarrassment flushing from his chest to his cheeks as he turns around and sees Eddie there, sitting at a table with his notebook and a smile. 

“I was— I wasn’t—” He sputters. 

“Robin told me, don’t worry. Why don’t you uh, why don’t you hang onto it today and maybe give it back to me tonight? Over dinner, if you’re free?”

He can’t even be mad when Robin looks at him from over the counter with a very conspicuous thumbs up. 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m free,” Steve agrees, maybe a bit too quickly but subtly has never been his strong suit. 

“Oh, and Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“You should wear the jacket,” Eddie's face flushes as he pulls a lock of hair just in front of his lips. “It looks great on you.