#hood classy

[littlefankingdom]

After Red Hood and the Outlaws, we continue with Red Hood & Arsenal, where Jason, once again, dresses like he has a meeting at Wayne Enterprises later, while Roy is trying to be as visible as possible.

[freshmangojuice]

Favourite Cat Outfits 10/10

Cropped black teddy fur jacket with tassels on the shoulders and bottom edges, knee-high burgundy boots over high-waisted black trousers with subtle pairs of side stripe ribbons, burgundy and gold geometric patterned vest over a gold shimmer shirt. All gold accessories including a chained brooch, a signet ring, and gold clips in long plaited hair with a smooth bouffant on top, as well as square-rim sunglasses with black frames and small gold detail on the arms. Designed by Howard Burden

[spiderwarden]

Sometimes I think about Minthara’s casual fashion especially in modern settings.

[wandeel]

She’s a magical girl...a badass magical girl

[myqualities]

Source: http://fashlxn.tumblr.com

[blendedmessxox]

Classy n hood

[untamed-constellation]

[clasytrends]

Stylish Winter Jacket For Teenage Girls

This stylish winter jacket for teenage girls is perfect for cold weather. Crafted from high-quality materials, this jacket can keep your daughter warm and comfortable on the coldest days. It features a cozy insulation layer that helps retain warmth in cold temperatures. The windproof construction blocks out the wind chill, keeping her protected and cozy.

[travelersrest]

🐺🩷🐺

[thisisjaky]

Basically.

Kinda classy. Kinda hood.    

[cocofetti]

Not gonna lie, the whole Carrera Red album by Fendi P has been doing NUMBERS on my playlist lately….

[hughiecampbelle]

Supe Preference: Asking You Out

Requested: hi, idk if you write for the supes, but I will try request anyway :D how would the supes ( the boys series) ask a gn reader out? Ty - anon

A/N: I hope this is okay my love! I tried to stay true to character as much as possible, so I'm not sure how romantic some of them are. I tried writing for new Supes too, at least new for me, so apologies if it's not totally in character! Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💜💜

Homelander doesn't exactly ask you out. Rather, on live TV during an interview or event, he grabs your hand and proclaims that you're in love, that you're a couple. Whether or not you're into him, it still comes as a shock. Afterwards he'll ask you on a date where the public and paparazzi can see and take pictures. It's not as intimate as you'd like, but the date goes well. He takes you to an expensive restaurant where you've gotten rid of your suit for something classy and elegant, but he sticks with his regular attire. It's definitely not how you were expecting to be asked out or how you thought your relationship would progress. Ashley thinks it's great! You are both insanely powerful and, for selfish reasons, she wants Homelander off her back. She appreciates that you'll take some of the attention off her.

The Deep probably makes more than a few inappropriate, crude, raunchy jokes about and around you before he properly introduces himself. It's almost compulsive the way his jokes come out. He just can't help himself. He later apologizes and asks to start fresh. Would you want to go out on a date with him? When you say yes, he instantly tells you about all his ideas. You could go to the aquarium or to dinner or to the amusement park or coffee or whatever you want to do. You stick to coffee. It's pretty cute how excited he is. He wasn't expecting you to say yes, so he really didn't have it planned all the way through. He was expecting, like everyone else in his life, for you to call him stupid and move on without answering.

A-Train and you have been dating forever, but you haven't been out on a date in ages. He's still shy trying to ask you out even now. Of course you say yes, excited you'll get some time alone. You might have to reschedule once or twice because Homelander is on the rampage, but when you do get together, he takes you rollerskating. Despite how fast he is in sneakers, he's awful on wheels. He holds your hand the entire time and definitely drags you down when he falls. He stays pretty casual in his clothes and tries to keep his hood up, but it just falls down. You guys find a roller-rink in the middle of nowhere, so you're pretty safe in being discovered. You make fun of his clumsiness and check him for bruises when he falls, especially hard. He makes the same joke over and over: that he "fell" for you. You think he's an idiot, but this is by far one of your most favorite dates.

Queen Maeve asks you out over text. When you say yes, she shows up in her civilian clothes. She makes sure she isn't followed and that Homelander is distracted the entire day. She takes you to the movies. It's dark and secluded, but she knows you love movie theater popcorn specifically with all the butter and the blue raspberry slushies, and you picked the only movie not funded by or produced by Vought. It's a really terrible comedy, but you two can laugh at it anyway. Maeve even holds your hand during the movie which makes her heart beat out of her chest. Afterwards she makes you stay after to kiss you and tell you she had a really great time. It's the first time in forever where she's felt like a real person whose allowed to do real person things. She wants to get your read on it, but you're both excited for a second date.

Firecracker would ask you on a date to some fast food restaurant where you can get the best greasy food and the thickest milkshakes. She'll definitely be sported because she doesn't go incognito and ends up spending a few minutes at least taking pictures and videos for everyone who wants one. She apologizes for them, but secretly, she loves it. You don't mind. You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to the date. She tells you about her life growing up and her past with Starlight. You tell her about your own life and how you came to New York to follow your dreams. She tells you about joining The Seven and what she really thinks of Vought. It isn't the most magical date, but you're glad you said yes. It made you feel like a teenager again, getting food with your old crush, trying to play it cool when you're actually freaking out.

Soldier Boy doesn't really ask you out on a date. You two *get busy* in bed and afterwards he asks if you'd want to go to a bar. You say yes and find yourself at a local hole in the wall, a place that definitely doesn't see new faces. Most of the patrons are as old as Ben would be if he'd aged. He looks so familiar to them, but they can't figure out where he's from. An old friend? An old co-worker? Regardless, they don't pay attention to the two of you. You and Ben start trying to out drink one another and though his tolerance is astronomically higher than yours, you keep up enough to impress him. You two probably go back to bed and keep drinking, sharing stories about your lives between sweaty sheets and shared sips of whatever booze he has lying around. It's not too official, but you both kind of think of it as a date.

Bonus! Annie asks you to go bowling with her. Like in the show, she plays it off like she's not very good until you point it out to her. That's when she starts kicking your ass. She's really embarrassed and worried that you'll think she's showing off or just trying to make you feel bad, but you love it. You love her strength. You love her showing off and almost breaking the pins with the ball. You get really awful bowling alley food and beers, and it's a really fun night despite all the drama that comes with being Starlight. It's the first time in a long time she's felt normal and safe and excited to be here, excited to be herself. You're not shy about asking for a second date, though you know you're risking a lot by wanting to be with her. She makes that known before anything else.

[rafecameronssl4t]

I feel like when Rafe would get jealous and try to control her, she would go out of her way to be petty to show him he can’t, flipping him off when she is dancing with a guy at a party having eye contact

Real classy || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: thank you for the request!! Keep them coming :)

Warnings: swearing, mention of alcohol, reader is petty 😬 not proofread if there’s anything else lmk

Word count: 983

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Rafe’s voice thundered behind you, the door to his room slamming shut as you stormed down the stairs. “And I’m done with this conversation!” you shot back, your voice laced with anger.

In the living room, Rafe’s family sat stiffly, their attention riveted to the heated exchange. “Why are you even talking to that dipshit?” Rafe demanded, following closely behind you. “Because he’s my friend, Rafe. Just deal with it,” you retorted, your heels clicking sharply on the wooden floor as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Rafe’s entire family staring, their faces quickly turning away as if they hadn’t been eavesdropping. Rafe noticed their prying eyes too, rolling his eyes in annoyance before grabbing your forearm and pulling you toward the front door.

“Let go of me!” you snapped, yanking your arm free. Frustration and anger churned within you. “You better not go to that party if he’s there, or I swear to God—” “Or what, Rafe? What are you going to do?” you cut him off, your voice seething with defiance.

“Because I’m going, and there’s no way in hell you’re stopping me from having my fun,” you spat, shoving past him and making a beeline for your car. Rafe stood there, his expression a mix of anger as you climbed into your Maserati.

The engine roared to life, and without another glance at him, you sped off, leaving him standing on the porch, watching you disappear down the driveway and into the distance.

“What happened?” Sarah’s voice was laced with curiosity and concern as Rafe stormed past the living room, his face still flushed with anger. “Mind your own fucking business, Sarah,” Rafe spat, his tone sharp and dismissive as he brushed past her.

Sarah’s eyes narrowed, and she let out an incredulous scoff. “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal. Isn’t it obvious that they’re just friends?” Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, a gesture that conveyed both irritation and disbelief.

Rafe’s expression twisted into a small, derisive chuckle, his eyes narrowing as he met her gaze. “Yeah, right,” he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

~

“Yo, dude! Why’d you and Y/n come separately?” Kelce asked, pulling Rafe into a quick, friendly bro hug. The warmth of the embrace did little to lift the cloud hanging over Rafe. His face remained grim, reflecting the tension of their earlier argument.

“She was acting like a complete fucking bitch,” Rafe muttered darkly, slamming back his drink in one go. The glass clinked heavily as he set it down. “As usual,” he added with a disdainful glance around the room, his eyes hooded and scanning the crowd of partygoers.

Kelce raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he took a measured sip of his own drink. “That right?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. “She even here yet?”

Rafe fixed him with a penetrating stare, scrutinizing Kelce’s face. He swallows hard, his eyes briefly look away before answering Rafe, “Nah, haven’t seen her yet,” he said tersely before turning on his heel and walking away.

“Hey, man,” Topper greeted as he settled himself on the couch next to Rafe with a loud, discontented exhale. The frustration from the argument with you was clearly weighing on him. Noticing Rafe’s hard expression and bouncing leg, Topper speaks up.

“Not having a good time?” Topper nudged him playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Rafe rolled his eyes, irritation flickering in his gaze. “What do you think, Top?” Rafe snapped, his voice edged with annoyance. Topper quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“My bad, my bad. Here, this’ll help,” Topper said, extending a blunt toward Rafe. Rafe took it gratefully, his fingers brushing against Topper’s as he accepted the smoke. He inspected the blunt for a moment before taking a long, deliberate drag. The smoke filled his lungs, and he held it for a moment before exhaling a thick cloud.

“Jesus,” Rafe muttered with a chuckle, the initial sharpness of his mood beginning to soften as the buzz started to set in. Topper laughed along with him, the shared moment offering a brief escape from the tension and frustration still simmering in Rafe’s mind.

Rafe glanced at his phone, then scanned the crowded house again, his gaze searching for any sign of you. His eyes roamed over the sea of bodies dancing and socializing until he finally spotted you, moving rhythmically with Jacques.

The sight made his blood boil. “You’ve actually got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered angrily, drawing Topper’s attention. Topper followed Rafe’s furious gaze and noticed you.

Rafe’s anger intensified as he watched Jacques’s hands slide possessively around your hips. You turned around just then, your eyes locking with Rafe’s. He sat on the couch, legs spread, glaring daggers at you.

You bit your lip teasingly, hands taking Jacques’ and guiding them up and down your body. Rafe took a long drag from his blunt, his eyes never leaving the scene. A smirk slowly crept onto your face as your hips swayed to the beat, clearly enjoying the effect you were having on him.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you blew Rafe a kiss and flipped him off before turning back to Jacques. Leaning in close, you whispered in his ear, “Wanna get more drinks?” The taunt was clear, and Rafe’s frustration reached a boiling point. He shook his head in disbelief, his tongue rolling against his cheek before he stubbed out the blunt.

Pushing through the throng of partygoers, Rafe followed you and Jacques as the two of you wandered away. He found you leaning against the wall, one hand holding a drink, the other busy with your phone. Without a word, Rafe grabbed your bicep with a tight grip, causing you to stand upright with a startled gasp.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Real fucking classy of you, Y/n,” he spat, shaking you slightly. You met his gaze with a cool, composed demeanor, used to his overreacting outbursts.

“Typical Y/n style, huh? Always gotta act so fucking petty,” Rafe sneered, chuckling as you rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away. “Where even is he? You planning to fuck him?” His voice was sharp, and he leaned in closer, invading your space. You shoved his jaw aside in response.

“Fuck off, Rafe. Do you really think I’d do that?” you snapped, your voice steady despite the tension. He shrugged, his frown deepening. “Fucked if I know. You were grinding on him just minutes ago!” His voice was louder now, and you arched an eyebrow, studying his frustrated expression.

Part of you enjoyed the way you could get him so worked up over seemingly trivial things. “I was not grinding on him and you know what, I just might now that you’re mentioning it,” you said with a sly smile. The effect was immediate—Rafe’s face flushed with even more anger.

“Thanks for the idea, babe,” you added, giving him a patronizing pat on the shoulder before turning on your heel and walking away. Rafe watched you, his disbelief turning into frustration as he saw you disappear into the crowd.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1900 home is San Miguel, Mexico is a dream. 3bds, 5ba, 2,982 sq ft, $1.495m.

What a paradise. Look at this entrance.

Gorgeous main hall. Look at the arched brick ceiling.

Stunning living room and fireplace. Look at the rock wall. And, you can see another rock wall outside.

It looks like the architecture combines indoor with outdoor living.

Love the dining area, look at the curtain across the kitchen. You can see the garden thru the glass doors and window.

Sitting area off the dining room.

Love the Mexican tile and wood in the kitchen.

Tiled stairs. The stairs are well lit by natural light.

I love the guest half bath under the stairs!

Gorgeous primary bedroom suite. Look at the fireplace.

The en-suite bath is stunning.

Love the tile! And, look at the sink.

Super classy TV room. Watching TV in luxury.

Gorgeous bedroom with a terrace and beautiful fireplace. Look at the ceiling.

Cute little bedroom.

The tiles in this home are exquisite and so is the wood.

Look at the cute little office.

Isn't this lovely?

Beautiful outdoor kitchen. I don't know if I've ever seen one with an exhaust hood.

Tiled hot tub with a fountain. The lot size is 2,271 sq ft.

https://www.theagencyre.com/single-familynt/ta8472/4a-pilancon-san-miguel-de-allende-gt-37700

[hotvintagepoll]

Claude Rains (The Adventures of Robin Hood, The Invisible Man, Mr. Skeffington, Now Voyager)—Is Claude maybe a bit too classy to be considered scrungly? Maybe, but I don't care! He's Claude Rains and he deserves to win at something. :) While he could be very smooth and suave (and sometimes deliciously evil), every once in a while, he could be pretty adorable, too! And the movie Now Voyager gave him the line: "roasting weenies??" And there are so many moments in Phantom of the Opera or Mr. Skeffington where I just want to give him a hug!

Sid James (Hell Drivers, Carry On Camping, Carry On Doctor, Three Hats for Lisa, Bless This House)—Sid James has the kind of scrungly face that looks like a guy has spent his youth boxing but now breeds canaries. Yes, he became legendary as the kind of bloke who is always happy to eye up the ladies and pull a fast one on the system, but he could also do terrifying gangster and comforting dad who might grumble a bit but will always be there for his family.

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Claude Rains:

Blooper from the Prince and the Pauper

every time i see claude rains he's in a different wig and doing a different thing to fuck me up

Sid James:

[authorhjk1]

Aloha! Since I hardly find any of her fics here, here's hoping Krystal can make the cut so here are some choices if you may:

For the first outfit was hoping it could make the cut the most since if you look at it closely it is a one piece dress but buttoned up, for the second outfit I mean, look at that body sheesh and for the third a simple one.

https://kpopping.com/documents/54/2/2000/220405-H-Naver-Post-Krystal-ELLE-D-Edition-Photoshoot-Behind-documents-13.jpeg?v=1fb1e

https://kpopping.com/documents/a0/1/2992/240507-Krystal-Jung-Baeksang-Arts-Awards-2024-documents-1(1).jpeg?v=8dcd4

https://kpopping.com/documents/58/0/4500/Krystal-Jung-for-Vogue-Korea-March-2024-Issue-Vogue-Leader-2024-Woman-Now-documents-8.jpeg?v=2799c

Midnight

(Krystal Jung X Male Reader)

You're smiling from ear to ear as you walk through the building. You can't believe this is happening.

"It seems like you really want one of these."

Krystal's teasing tone makes you turn around to her. But before you can, her hands sneak around your waist and she presses her body up against yours from behind. Her chin landing on your shoulder.

"Y-Yes. This one."

You point at the car at the far end of the dealership. You've always wanted this car. Ever since you saw it online for the first time. You can't believe you're about to own it. You're barely nineteen years old and you just got your driver's license. But now you're walking to a midnight black Lamborghini Aventador.

You never checked out the price, because you expected to never be able to have enough money to buy one of these. But now it almost feels like you won the lottery.

"Are you sure you want this one?"

Krystal isn't as much into cars as you are, so she usually goes for classy and expansive over horse power and speed. The silver Rolls Royce parked outside is proof enough of that.

"This is my dream car."

"Then get in and try it out."

Krystal gives you a kiss on the cheek, before you hear heels klick on the floor as she walks away.

You carefully reach out to touch the hood. Six months ago, you would've been too afraid to even touch this car. But you don't have to worry about breaking anything. Krystal could buy every single car in this building, if she wanted to. You don't know how much money she really does have, but the first thing you did after coming home that fateful day, was researching the name Krystal Jung. The richest person in Korea. The fifth wealthiest person in Asia and maybe even one of the richest women on this planet.

Sitting down in the driver's seat, you let your hands wander over the steering wheel. It feels comfortable. It feels perfect. It feels better than you thought it would.

You tear your eyes off the car's dashboard as you hear Krystal approaching again. Her black dress matches the car and shows off her slim waist. It hugs her body like it was only designed for her and nobody else. Which is what probably happened. You doubt anyone else owns this exact dress. Maybe a cheap copy of it.

You hold your breath as Krystal stops in front of you, a car key in her hand.

"Do you want to take your new car for a drive?"

"Oh my god. Thank you so much."

You don't even dare to reach for the key. How much did Krystal just spent on you?

"Like I already said, you don't have to thank me for the stuff I buy you. It's just money."

She puts the key into your hand, before walking around to the passenger side.

Once she is seated, her arm sneaks around your shoulders, her lips right next to your ear.

"Let's take your new car for a drive along the coast."

Her free hand glides over your thigh as she reaches for your crotch.

"You can repay me by making use of that hood."

She nods towards the front of the car.

The cold midnight air hits your face as you test out the car's limits. Krystal's hair flies after her in the wind. The roaring of the engine almost makes it impossible to talk. You glance at the dashboard. 300 kph. The road doesn't have any corners in it right now, so you can drive as fast as you want. No one else is around.

You let the Lamborghini come to a hold as you reach the top of the cliff. It's not yet time for the sunrise, but the stars make the night sky bright enough. You have to peel your shaking hands off the wheel. You've never gone that fast in your life.

"That big smile on your face says a lot."

Krystal's hair is messy, but that might make her even more attractive.

"Show me how much you really enjoyed it."

You lean over and capture her lips with yours. The two of you make out in the car as your and her hands explore each other's bodies. You feel her naked waist under your fingertips, while Krystal lets her fingers graze your abs underneath your shirt.

You don't have to work and earn money or anything. Krystal has only two basic requirements for you to make this relationship work. Stay as healthy and fit as possible and make her cum more often then she can count. You work out every single day, eat healthy and go for a lot of runs. You already did it before you met her, but the amount of time you are know putting into your body makes it impossible for Krystal to keep her hands off you.

After your make out session in the car, you now kneel in front of it, after having Krystal bend over the hood. Just like she wanted.

Her dress is still occupying the passenger seat, while her naked body is pressed against the black surface.

"That's a good boy."

Krystal moans into the hood as your tongue invades her slick pussy again and again. You knead her cheeks as you hold onto them. She loves it when you worship her body just as much as when she worships yours.

"Oh, fuck! Almost!"

After six months of almost three times a day, you have Krystal completely figured out. It doesn't take much effort anymore to make her cum.

And you can tell how close she is, if you read the signs well enough. Her thighs begin to shake. Her moans become just a little higher. More swear words leave her lips. And more of her juices would run down her thighs, if it wasn't for you, eagerly licking every inch of her skin.

Your name leaves her lips in a deep moan, right before a high pitched cry echoes through the night. Krystal orgasms on top of the car. Her naked body pressed against the hood. Most of her squirt lands inside your mouth, but some finds it's way onto the car, staining the black materials.

While she recovers, you stand up and align your cock with her pussy. You're still hard and wet from her blowjob in the car mere minutes ago. You can't even keep track anymore on how often Krystal sucked you off, sitting in the passenger seat or at the back.

"That's right. Fill me with that cock of yours."

Krystal sighs as you push into her. Slow love making is a rare sight in your relationship. Mainly because it isn't a relationship based on love. Krystal is pleasant to be around, but she sometimes feels like she is from another world. Her money, her influence, her age. None of it matches your own personality. And yet, here you are, taking Krystal's pussy from behind.

"You're such a good boy. A good little toy."

Her endless praises fuel your desire to fuck her harder and harder. As much as you like Krystal dominating you, it doesn't compare to the feeling of being in control yourself. To have this beautiful woman bend over in front of you. How she takes your cock so well. How she moans your name and praises your cock.

You eventually start to grow tired. The small sex marathon on board of her plane two hours ago still lingering inside your muscles. Krystal usually isn't the type to have a lot of sex at once, due to her busy schedule. But a four hour flight in her private jet makes you work overtime.

You finally sink down on top of her, your face buried in her naked back as your cock rests deep inside her pussy. Krystal's tits and the rest of her body are being pressed against the hood of the car due to your weight.

"Yes, baby."

She sighs, enjoying the unusually slow fucking you now give her. Her snug pussy is enough to make you cum. It doesn't matter how fast you fuck her. Even if you only move at a slow pace, it manages to make you fill her up.

"Krystal..."

You kiss and lick her sweaty neck as you close your eyes. The cold midnight air roams your naked body on top of hers as you release your cum into her pussy.

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you a had a good time reading. After deciding on this concept, I cose the black dress, because I think it fits the most. If you want me to write her in the blue one, feel free to request again, I will put it on my list.