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[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ KEEP IT ON, ANGEL…❞

— satosugu x fem! reader, shoko might be a little into you, pet names (princess, angel) bratty reader, slightly suggestive near the end, outfit is inspired by something like this

summary; you're all getting ready to go out, but both your boyfriends' clothes make a better outfit than your own

Shoko steadily eyes your silhouette behind the partition, watches as you eventually step out in your third outfit of the night. A pout is still etched onto your glossed lips, and she giggles at the exasperated stomp of your bare foot against the floor. Heaving out a sigh, you look over your figure in the nearby floor-to-ceiling mirror. This fit looks nice, cute even…but it's just not good enough. Your last handfuls of attire have all been missing something, a certain razzle-dazzle that left them lackluster and needing a little something more.

“Well?”, Shoko asks, though the answer is evident from your adorable frown and stiff pose. “This one a winner?”

You hum in response, throwing your hands on your hips and lolling your head to the side in a desperate attempt to make the outfit work. Maybe a different angle will make it look better is your logic. Alas, it has the same problem as your previous attempts.

You groan. “I don’t like it.”

“Looks cute, though.” You’re too busy drowning out the bickering from the bathroom and wondering where this outfit went wrong to notice how her eyes trace over your body.

What you do notice, however, is Suguru’s shirt laying idly on the bed.

It’s a neatly ironed black tee decorated with warm-coloured graphics on the front of some band Suguru liked to listen to. Shoko follows your gaze to the shirt, but remains quiet. She decides to see where you might go with this.

You glance towards the bathroom. In the mirror, you catch a sneak peak of Suguru’s irritated expression as he fails to tune out Satoru’s nonsensical rambling. Both are too busy sabotaging eachother to spot you prancing over to the bed where their clothes are laid out. Next to Suguru’s shirt is Gojo’s black, leather jacket, lustrous and extremely expensive. The gears are starting to turn in your head. Shoko, intrigued, watches you strip down at record speed. The faster you can get their clothes on, the easier it’ll be for you to keep them. You slide Suguru’s oversized shirt over your body, fabric still a little warm even though it's been a minute since he ironed it. The shirt hangs loosely around your waist; you’ll fix that in a second. Satoru’s jacket is cool and heavy on your skin, but it looks incredible with the shirt.

“Need a hand?” Your attention draws to the couch, where Shoko balances a few safety pins between her fingers.

It takes a couple minutes to pin the shirt how you like, and you both listen for the end of the boys' bickering to make sure they don't catch the two little partners in crime. In the end, the final result looks amazing. Geto's tee now fits you like a glove, and the thigh high stiletto boots really bring the whole thing together. All that’s left is a matching handbag and accessories, so off you disappear into the closet. You’re so engrossed in the hunt for that one name-brand handbag from Satoru, that the pair of heavy footsteps approaching you from behind fall on deaf ears.

“Hey.” Suguru says to you, appearing over your now frozen form kneeled on the carpet. “My shirt. Where is it?”

Satoru chimes in from his spot leant against the doorframe. “And hand over my jacket, would ya, princess?”

You cross your arms underneath your chest, plumping your tits up just enough to get them to stare, and jut your lips out in a pout as you glare up at them both. “But I’m wearing them.”

“...And who authorized that idea?”, Geto asks in that ever-so-tolerant tone of his.

“They looked abandoned to me," You quip back. “And the shirt’s wrinkled now, anyway." You turn your attention back to the shelf of handbags. "It needs re-ironing, so might as well just find somethin' else.”

Satoru interrupts before Suguru can argue any further. “Okay. And my jacket?”

“Mine now.” You reply in a sing-songy tease, topped off with the same shit-eating grin Satoru's always giving everyone else, and blink your lashes up at them. “Besides, I look great as fuck! You two aren’t gonna make me take it off now when I look so-," You tuck a hand under your chin and breathe out," ravishing, are you?”

Gojo chuckles and starts to fire back, “We’re gonna end up taking it off you later anyw-“

“Fine.” Suguru quickly cuts him off. “Fine. Keep it on, angel.”

Even a deaf person could hear the absolutely treacherous tone laced beneath the pet name. But if there’s one thing you and Satoru are good at, it is waning a poor Suguru Geto’s patience.

“Thank you, Suguru, so kind, so generous.” You purr his name and give Geto those puppy dog eyes that make him wanna choke you on his fingers. And you’re sure he will, later when Shoko has long gone home.

“Hmph.” Gojo pouts over Geto’s shoulder. “No wonder she’s so spoiled when you give her everything she wants.”

And just like that, you’re coming for Gojo as well, pouting and whining at him, “You gonna take your jacket back from me, Satoru?”

Geto turns to look at him and, underneath two pairs of eyes, suddenly the great Satoru Gojo finds the closet wall extremely interesting. He really wanted to wear that jacket out to the festival tonight, but when you whine his name like that…

His thoughts are interrupted as Suguru gives a huff and shrugs out of his grasp, turning to exit the closet. “No wonder she’s so spoiled.”

“Shut up, Suguru.” You can hear Geto and Shoko laughing at him in the next room. And, now that their attention has moved elsewhere, you can focus on finding that pesky, elusive handbag.

[lxvsiick]

ONE DAY WITH HER | PARK JONGSEONG

PAIRING: rich boy! park jongseong x rich girl! fem! reader 

SUMMARY: Y/n thought she had everything, a happy family, money, fame. But after what had happened with between her parents, she didn't know if she could trust a men anymore -- Jay plans to change that though.

GENRE: fwb! Implied, best friends, imagine

WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking, smoking, physical attack, a little suggestive-ish

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

A/N: Inspired by HER by CHASE ATLANTIC ,, i 🫶🏼 chase atlantic

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The soft chime of the Chanel store door welcomed them in as Y/n immediately took the lead, her eyes lighting up at the rows of designer clothes and luxury handbags. She grabbed Jay's hand, pulling him along with her as she darted from one display to the next.

“Look at this one!” she exclaimed, holding up a sleek leather handbag. Without a second thought, she passed it to Jay, who caught it effortlessly, adding it to the growing pile of items already in his hands.

He followed her in silence, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched her flit around like a kid in a candy store. “You’re seriously buying another bag?” he teased. “Didn’t you just get two last week?”

Y/n waved him off with a grin, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and trying them on in front of the mirror. “Last week’s are old news. Plus, these are limited edition,” she said, inspecting the frames before turning back to him with a playful look. “And what else am I supposed to do? Not shop?”

Jay shook his head, smiling as he held up a pastel pink blazer she had eyed earlier. “This one suits you. Matches your over-the-top shopping habits.”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking as she looked at it. “Okay, you might be onto something,” she agreed, taking the blazer and tossing it onto his growing pile of designer goods. As they moved through the store, the two exchanged playful banter, making light of their opulent lifestyle.

“So, remember the first time we met?” Y/n asked suddenly, running her fingers along a row of silky dresses.

Jay glanced at her, pretending to think hard. “At my dad’s company? Yeah, you were like, what, six?”

“Six and already better dressed than you,” she quipped, shooting him a teasing grin.

“I was a kid!” he protested, laughing. “But I distinctly remember you eyeing my shoes and asking me if I actually knew what designer they were.”

“I was right to question you! Those were last season’s,” she joked, her eyes twinkling as she picked up a sleek black dress and held it up to her body. “What do you think? Too much?”

Jay gave her a once-over, raising his eyebrows approvingly. “Too much? Please, nothing’s ever ‘too much’ for you.”

She flashed him a bright smile before heading toward the register with the dress and her other selections. As the cashier began scanning the items, Y/n reached into her designer handbag and pulled out her sleek cardholder.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jay said, sliding his black card across the counter before she could react.

She stared at him, blinking in surprise. “Excuse me? I was going to pay.”

“And I just did,” he replied smoothly, slipping his hands into his pockets, watching as the cashier processed the payment.

Her eyes narrowed, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You can’t always pay for me, you know.”

“Oh, but I can. And I will,” he said with a smug smile, picking up the glossy shopping bags once they were handed over.

Y/n crossed her arms, playfully pouting. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I try,” he replied with a wink, handing her the bags as they left the store. “Besides, you still owe me for making me carry all of this.”

She rolled her eyes, though her smile never faded. “Fine, you win. But next time, it’s on me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jay said, draping his arm over her shoulders as they strolled down the luxurious shopping avenue, the weight of their high-society lives feeling surprisingly light in each other’s company.

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At six years old, Y/n was already used to big offices, tall buildings, and the quiet murmur of business meetings. She tagged along with her parents to Jay's father’s company, her tiny hand wrapped in the gloved one of her family’s butler as they roamed the spacious halls. Her parents were tucked away in a long meeting with executives, leaving her with free reign to explore.

As they passed by a polished glass door, Y/n paused, her sharp eyes catching sight of another kid—someone her own age, which was rare in these stuffy places. The boy was sitting in the lounge, playing with building blocks while a maid patiently handed him pieces. His messy dark hair fell over his eyes, and he wore a pair of shoes that caught her attention—shoes she recognized immediately.

She let go of her butler’s hand, curiosity sparking, and marched straight into the lounge, her tiny shoes clicking on the marble floor. The boy looked up from his blocks, blinking at her in surprise as she stood in front of him, hands on her hips.

“What’s wrong with your outfit?” Y/n asked bluntly, her eyes narrowing as she scanned his little suit. Her gaze stopped at his shoes, and she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “Do you even know what designer those shoes are?”

Jay, caught off guard by the sudden question, looked down at his shoes—simple black loafers. “Uh… shoes?” he answered, completely clueless.

The maid tried to stifle a giggle, but Y/n didn’t seem amused. She let out a tiny sigh, shaking her head as if disappointed.

“Those are from last season,” she declared, pointing at his shoes with all the authority of a six-year-old who took her fashion cues from her stylish mother. “You can’t wear last season’s shoes! And that tie doesn’t even match,” she added, tugging at the crooked blue tie that clashed with his checkered shirt.

Jay blinked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“Everything,” she said matter-of-factly. “It’s okay, though. I’ll help you. I promise,” she added, holding out her pinky finger in the most serious pinky promise of her short life. “I’ll make sure you don’t dress like this when we grow up.”

He stared at her outstretched finger for a moment, then, with a small grin, hooked his pinky around hers. “Okay, deal.”

They stood there, pinky fingers linked, until she pulled back with a satisfied smile. “I’m Y/n,” she said proudly, as though she were royalty.

“I’m Jay,” he replied, still looking a bit dazed by the whirlwind that had just entered his quiet playtime.

From that day on, their lives were bound together by that simple promise—one born from a mismatched outfit and an instant connection. That day, in the gleaming office lounge, they didn’t just become friends. They became best friends.

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The house was eerily quiet when Y/n and her mother walked through the front door that night, returning from what was supposed to be a routine evening out. But something was wrong. There were signs—her father’s jacket was tossed over the couch, the faint sound of voices coming from upstairs. Her mother’s face tightened in suspicion, her eyes narrowing.

Without a word, her mother headed toward the master bedroom, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Y/n followed closely, a pit forming in her stomach.

As they reached the bedroom, her mother pushed open the door, revealing a sight that made Y/n’s heart drop. Her father, tangled in the sheets with her mother’s secretary.

Her mother’s gasp echoed through the room. "You bastard," she whispered, voice trembling with fury. Without hesitation, she turned to the secretary. "You're fired. Pack your things and get out."

The secretary scrambled out of bed, her face pale, grabbing her clothes in a rush. But Y/n’s father didn’t move. Instead, he stood, unapologetic and defiant, pulling on his shirt with an air of arrogance.

“I want a divorce,” her mother declared, voice cold and steely. “And I’ll make sure you don’t get a single penny.”

¡! TRIGGER WARNING ¡!

That’s when everything erupted. A furious argument broke out, voices rising in the air like thunder. Her father stepped closer, shouting insults, blaming her mother for everything. The room was filled with anger, accusations, and heartbreak.

And then, it got worse.

Her father lunged, hands raised, his rage spilling over. Before Y/n could fully process it, he hit her mother—hard. The sound of the slap reverberated in the air, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.

Without thinking, Y/n jumped between them. “Stop it!” she screamed, her body trembling with fear and adrenaline.

But her father, blind with rage, shoved her aside. Her mother staggered backward, hitting her head against the corner of a dresser, collapsing to the floor. Y/n felt the sting of a hit across her face as she tried to shield her mother, and in the chaos, her father made a run for it, bolting out of the house.

Her hands were shaking as she dialed for help, her mind racing. “Please, come quickly,” she cried into the phone. “My mom—she’s hurt. Please hurry.”

The next few hours were a blur. Paramedics came, and her mother was rushed to the hospital. Y/n sat in the cold waiting room, the sterile smell of the hospital making her feel nauseous. Her grandparents arrived shortly after, their faces etched with worry. Her mother was in surgery, and the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity.

Then, Jay arrived, with his parents not far behind. As soon as Y/n saw him, her resolve broke. She had been holding herself together, trying to be strong for her mother, but the moment he walked toward her, all the emotions she had been bottling up came crashing down.

Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as her body shook with silent sobs. His warmth, his familiar presence, was the only thing keeping her grounded.

“I can’t be here,” she whispered into his chest, her voice thick with emotion. “Take me away, please.”

He nodded, understanding without needing further explanation. Taking her hand, he led her outside to his car. They drove in silence, the city lights blurring as they headed toward their spot—the cliff overlooking the city, where they’d always go to escape the world.

They parked, the cool night air sweeping through the open windows. Jay climbed onto the hood of the car, patting the spot next to him. She joined him, her body still tense from the events of the night.

Reaching into his pocket, Jay pulled out a blunt and lit it, taking a long drag before offering it to her. She took it, inhaling deeply, feeling the smoke fill her lungs and numb the edges of her pain.

“I don’t want to feel anything right now,” she murmured, staring out at the city lights twinkling below them. Her voice was hollow, distant.

He didn’t say anything, just sat beside her, a silent support. The high from the weed began to settle over her like a blanket, dulling the sharpness of her emotions. But it didn’t take away the weight in her chest.

After a while, she turned to look at him. His face was close, his eyes reflecting the same pain, the same helplessness she felt. She leaned in slightly, her breath hitching as the space between them seemed to shrink. Their foreheads touched, and her pulse quickened as their lips hovered, inches apart.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his voice soft but laced with tension.

She hesitated for only a second before giving him a small, almost imperceptible nod. That was all the confirmation he needed.

He closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, slow kiss. The kiss deepened, driven by the swirling emotions of the night—grief, anger, frustration, and a desperate need for comfort. It wasn’t just about physical closeness; it was about escaping everything, even if just for a moment.

The world faded around them, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

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The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Y/n descended the spiral staircase of her giant penthouse. The cool, sleek marble beneath her feet contrasted with the warmth of the dimmed lights and the subtle scent of her mother’s favorite tea.

Her mother, seated elegantly on the plush couch in the living room, sipped from a porcelain cup while reading a novel. As Y/n passed her, heading for the door, her mother glanced up, sharp eyes following her daughter's every move.

“Tell Jay I said hello,” her mother called out casually, not lifting her gaze from the book again.

Without slowing her stride, Y/n tossed a quick "Okay, Mom" over her shoulder and continued out the door. She didn’t need to explain where she was going. They both knew.

The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped into the glossy lobby, offering a polite smile to the receptionist. “Good evening,” she greeted softly, moving toward the entrance where the doorman tipped his hat to her as she passed.

Stepping outside, the cool night air kissed her skin as she spotted Jay, waiting for her by his motorcycle, his usual laid-back grin already in place. His six friends lounged nearby, leaning on their motorcycles or expensive sports cars, the engines occasionally rumbling in the quiet night.

He handed her a helmet without a word, and she took it with a smirk, securing it over her head. “By the way,” she said as she mounted the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, “my mom says hi.”

Jay let out a low chuckle. “She’s always been a fan,” he teased, glancing back at her before starting the bike. With a roar, the engine came to life, and soon they were speeding down the streets, his friends following closely behind, the city lights blurring into streaks around them.

They arrived at the party deep in the woods, the pounding bass of the music echoing through the trees. People were already scattered around—dancing, drinking, laughing as the night stretched on. The bonfire flickered, casting golden shadows across the crowd, and the air smelled of smoke and freedom.

Jay parked his motorcycle near the fire, and they both leaned against it, drinks in hand, watching their friends let loose under the night sky. The cool bottle felt good against her fingers, the steady thump of the music a constant rhythm in the background.

He wrapped a casual arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer, and she leaned into him without thinking. It was natural, the way they fit together like this, in moments like these where the line between friendship and something more blurred. But tonight, there was a different energy in the air.

“You ever think about us?” he asked, his voice quiet but clear over the music.

Y/n blinked, turning her head to look up at him. His face was serious now, the playful smirk from earlier gone. “About what?” she asked, even though she knew exactly what he meant.

“You know,” he continued, his thumb brushing lightly against her waist. “What we are...and if we could be more.”

Her heart tightened in her chest, a flood of emotions swirling. They’d been in this friends-with-benefits arrangement for a while now, and she liked it—no, loved it. But there was a part of her that was scared. Scared of what could happen if they crossed that line. She had seen firsthand what love could do. She had seen how her parents' relationship had shattered, leaving nothing but bitterness and hurt behind.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked away, her gaze settling on the fire in the distance. “After everything that happened with my parents...I don’t want to end up like them.”

His grip on her waist tightened slightly, a sign of his frustration, but also his understanding. “I’m not your dad,” he said firmly, leaning closer to make sure she understood. “I would never be like him.”

She swallowed hard, her emotions in a tangle. She loved him—at least, she thought she did. More than just a best friend, and maybe more than just this casual thing they had. But the fear of losing him completely if it all went wrong held her back.

Seeing her hesitation, Jay offered a small smile, his usual confidence tinged with softness. “Give me one day,” he said, his tone light but serious. “One day to show you I’m different. That we could be different.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, the tension between them dissipating as he grinned at her response. “One day,” she agreed, a small smile tugging at her lips.

He finished his drink and stood, offering his hand to her. “Now, let’s dance.”

Rolling her eyes, she took his hand, letting him pull her into the crowd. The beat of the music thudded beneath their feet, and for now, just for tonight, she let herself forget the fear. Let herself be with him, in this moment, without worrying about tomorrow.

They danced together under the moonlight, their bodies moving in sync, the weight of unspoken feelings lingering in the air between them.

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[bobfloydsbabe]

Professor Bob getting a new desk for his office and christening it by fucking you on it

Abby, I love where your head is at, and I got a little carried away, so enjoy this hastily written blurb. 18+/minors dni

Professor Bob has a strong attachment to his desk. It’s an old oak desk, and it’s massive and sturdy. It’s been through a lot, especially in the past few months, if you catch my drift. She walks through the office doors as the delivery men leave, and finds Bob admiring his new desk, which honestly doesn’t look that different from the old one. “What’s wrong with the old desk?” He turns his head with an expression she can’t quite read on his face. “Close the door.” She frowns, but does as he says. She drops her handbag on one of the leather chairs and joins him in front of the new piece of furniture. “The old desk started creaking,” he says. He turns his body towards her, leans against the desk with his arms crossed. Her brow furrows. “It did?” His nod is slow and his clear blue eyes travels all the way down her body. She knows he’s going to reach for her before he does–the professor gets a certain look in his eyes when he wants to touch her. “Yes,” he confirms, reaching for her hips and easily lifts her up on the desk. She hisses at the cold wood against her bare thighs. “But this one won’t.” He kisses her deep and hard, swallowing the sigh that falls from her lips. It’s all tongues and teeth, and she pulls the shirt out of his slacks before getting started on his belt. “Yet,” she mutters against his lips through labored breathing. “Yet?” he asks, sounding confused, but he doesn’t stop undoing the buttons on her shirt. “It doesn’t creak yet,” she clarifies and slips her hand past the waistband of his boxers. “But it might after you fuck me on it.”

I need him so bad, you don't even know.

[nothingtowear05]

Top: Aje Tidal Tucked Cropped Top (CA$450.00) | Shorts: UNTTLD Johnny Pleated Cotton-Blend Mini Shorts ($690.00) | Sandals: Ulla Johnson Arabella Braided Leather Sandals ($525.00) | Handbag: Dorothy Perkins Tan Whipstitch Cross Body Bag (£25.00) | Ring: Fernando Jorge 18K Yellow Gold Stream Open Ring ($7,250.00) | Hat: Lock & Co. Hats CASSIS PANAMA (£195.00)

This week's Disney hotel is Disney's Grand Californian Hotel & Spa. Since this hotel is quite similar to last week's hotel, Disney's Wilderness Lodge, creating an outfit that wasn't too similar to last week's look was a challenge. Fortunately, a movie was also the inspiration for last week's outfit, so this time, I drew inspiration from the colors of the resort.

That's why I chose a green top that matches the color of the roof. The details on the top remind me of trees, which is fitting since, like the Wilderness Lodge, the Grand Californian draws inspiration from National Park Lodges.

The building's interior and exterior are primarily made of wood or materials designed to look like wood. As a result, I decided to use brown hues for the rest of the outfit, including tan shorts, brown sandals, and a brown bag. These choices add a certain simplicity and outdoor vibe to the overall look.

The finishing touches of this outfit are the ring and the hat, each featuring one of its two central colors. The ring adds a chic element that complements the shirt, while the hat feels like the perfect addition to an outfit suited for an outdoor adventure.

This outfit totally nails the vibe of the Grand Californian Hotel & Spa. It's different enough from last week's getup to keep things fresh, but still fits right in. The green top and brown accessories work together like a dream, making it the perfect choice for a day spent exploring the resort and all the cool stuff around it.

[danim05]

Fieldwork Activity #1 : Making Telfars Unfamiliar

The history of Telfar

The first Telfar bag was created by self -taught queer black designer Telfar Clemens. Telfar was born and raised in Queens , New York and created his self -named fashion house in 2005. While in high school at New York's P.S. 206, Clemens's teacher wrote monograms for all of their students. The monogram the teacher gave to Clemens later became the brand's signature logo. Clemens won the Vogue Fashion Fund award which led him further into the spotlight.  It was very important for the Telfar bag to seen as completely unisex bag that any , and everybody could wear without the labels. In 2014 the first bag was introduced at the Autumn/Winter 2014 runway show , but did not receive a lot of recognition until 2018. For a long period of time queer black people in New York City were ubiquitous supporters of Telfar , that is until celebrities such as Solange, A$AP Ferg, and Kelsey Lu begin to wear the bag publicly. In August of 2020, Telfar introduced the Bag Security Program, a one-day-only online event in which allowed thousands of people to preorder guaranteed bags. During the New York Fashion week Telfar Clemens hosted his first pop-up shop in Brooklyn where thousands of people showed up shutting down traffic for hours. This caused Clemens to host another pop up except this time online. Since the Telfar bag has been launched there has often been conversations about whether it is considered a luxury item or not. Telfar bags typically retail for $200-$500, far less than other highly-desired handbags by the likes of Chanel, Prada. Telfar bags are now one of the most sought after bags in the world.

Manufacturing of Telfar Bags

Telfar bags like most luxury bags are manufactured in China. The logo featured on telfar bags are of a T inside a C, a form of his initials created by one of Telfar’s childhood teachers. Telfar's financial model is unique due to the fact that it is a self financed production. The massive increase in demand, has caused Clemens to have to double the size of the headquarters in Bushwick, Brooklyn, and have leased a 10,000-square-foot warehouse in New Jersey to manage their own fulfillment. To manufacture a Telfar bag factory workers use vegan leather and it features both cross-body straps and handles so it can be worn multiple ways. It contains a 45 degree sticking angle with two types of straps, double top handles and shoulder straps. Every bag contains an additional brand tag that reads "Telfar / EST . 2005, NYC". It comes in a variety of colors and blends fashion and function, and has a decent amount of carrying space.

Impact of Telfar on Me

In the past I would never be caught dead considering myself a purse kind of girl" that is until I discovered Telfar bags. Whenever it came to wearing purses or bags I would avoid it at all cost because it made me feel to girly. When I first ever saw someone with a Telfar bag my initial thought was that it was cute but I would never get one. Fast forward to today and I have now found myself being a collector of these bags. I grew up in a working /middle class household and was not always able to afford designer bags such as Chanel , or Luis Vuitton. As these Telfar bags became more popular I officially decided that I wanted one and once I saw that they were not as expensive as I thought , i never went back. Telfar bags have not only allowed me to express myself but make me feel good anytime I wear it.

Conditions of Factories

There is little to no information on the condition of the factory workers , however Telfar Clemson has stated that there is an exceptional quality of work and flexibility when working with manufacturers.

Citations

Parisi, D. (2022, September 28). How TELFAR captured luxury customers with a contemporary price point. Glossy. Retrieved February 5, 2023, from https://www.glossy.co/fashion/how-telfar-captured-luxury-customers-with-a-contemporary-price-point/ 

Wikimedia Foundation. (2023, January 25). Telfar Clemens. Wikipedia. Retrieved February 5, 2023, from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telfar_Clemens 

TodayShow. (2022, September 23). Telfar is restocking all of its shopping bags today - how to get one before they sell out. TODAY.com. Retrieved February 5, 2023, from https://www.today.com/shop/best-selling-telfer-shopping-bag-t213233 

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Finding the Perfect Fit: Your Guide to Buying Leather Crossbody Purses Online

Never forget to put comfort and usefulness over everything else, and keep your attention on the function, construction, and style of the handbag. Whether you are buying medium-size cross-body purses or want to shop leather tote bags for women, bearing these things in mind will give you the confidence to choose a chic, long-lasting purse that will fit your lifestyle and add flair to your outfit for years to come. Visit us!

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Top: Jil Sander Leather Tie-Neck Top ($4,590.00) | Jeans: AGOLDE Jeans (€ 70) | Ankle boots: Bocage TIAGO - Bottines à lacets en cuir Beige (135,00 €) | Handbag: Dorothy Perkins Tan Whipstitch Cross Body Bag (£25.00) | Earrings: Oscar de la Renta Cluster Button Brass Earrings ($470) | Hair tie: Jigsaw ELASTIC HAIR BAND (£4)

This week's featured Disney hotel is the Disney Davy Crockett Ranch at Disneyland Paris. As someone who has mostly visited Walt Disney World, the Davy Crockett Ranch reminded me of the cabins you can find at Fort Wilderness. The entire "hotel" consists of a series of cabins in a wooded area that is a 15-minute drive from the park.

I decided to create an outfit inspired by the natural environment of the area and the character after which the resort is named. Although I couldn't find a top that looked exactly like the one worn by Davy Crockett, this Jil Sander top is pretty close in terms of color and relaxed fit.

For bottoms, I opted for a pair of jeans that are perfect for exploring the wooded areas of the property. Speaking of exploration, one needs comfortable and practical footwear to explore the area, so I selected these Bocage ankle boots.

To complete the outfit, I added a brown handbag that is perfect for carrying anything you might need while walking around the woods or parks. I also included a taupe hair elastic to make a ponytail, taking the place of Crockett's famous raccoon hat. Finally, the earrings provide a small reference to the lyrics of the Ballad of Davy Crockett, where it is stated that he was born in the "greenest state in the land of the free.”

Overall, this outfit is a great way to enjoy the natural surroundings of the hotel while also paying homage to the character after which the resort is named. With comfortable yet stylish clothing and practical accessories, this outfit is perfect for exploring the wooded areas and enjoying the parks.

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