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customjeans 15 days ago
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Create Your Perfect Pair: Custom Jeans Made Just for You
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Discover the ultimate comfort and style with our custom jeans, tailored to fit you perfectly. Whether you're looking for custom jeans for men, custom-made jeans, or custom-fit blue jeans, we craft each pair to match your unique measurements and preferences. Choose from a variety of washes and finishes to design the made-to-order jeans you've always dreamed of. Elevate your wardrobe with jeans that truly fit your lifestyle.
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obsob 1 year ago
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poems and cats from january!!
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drbtinglecannon 1 year ago
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I don't really like posting pics, but I recently got fleece lined leggings and a variety pack of fishnets to wear over them, and the green pair perfectly matches the lunar moths skirt I bought from @mayakern ! My necklace is also the same shade of green with blue accents, so my color coordination was off the charts today haha
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chicinsilk 1 year ago
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US Vogue November 1, 1951
Jean Patchett wears a ball gown by Charles James, white evening collection. The bodice is a long curvature stem of black velvet above petals of black satin, above that, 25 yards of puffy, puffy white taffeta.
Jean Patchett porte une robe de bal sign茅e Charles James, collection de soir茅e blanche. Le corsage est une longue courbure tige de velours noir au-dessus des p茅tales de satin noir, au-dessus, 25 m猫tres de taffetas blanc gonfl茅 et gonfl茅.
Photo Horst P. Horst vogue archive
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Thinking about that comic "How Angels Are Made"...
Do you think Azrael is claustrophobic? Not Jean Paul, but Azrael himself?
Do you think that maybe he had to hide that fear from the Order, and maybe turned it into aggression? Did the Order encourage this sort of response, seeing the heightened ferocity that came from backing their programmed "angel" into a tight corner and forcing him to fight?
Do you think this is something that went on throughout the generations, long before Jean Paul inherited the Azrael system?
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soulhollow 3 months ago
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dayurno 9 months ago
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Kevin was this the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium Day
IT WAS AND IT DID............ the most beautiful face in the world......... there was a helen before there was a war but who remembers her? YOU UNDERSTAND. the kind of face youd go to war for...................... reminds me deeply deeply deeply of that tlt quote i reused for first time/first light. this one
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so you understand. why i'm so unwell.
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yamikailyn 6 months ago
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Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing.
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landfilloftrash 10 months ago
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A bunch of aggie doodles ft. a couple of my partners joining in with contributions
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pinktinselmonstrosity 11 months ago
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GOOD NEWS the expensive pair of jeans i impulse-bought last week (bc my current jeans make me actually angry to wear) don't fit me, so i can return them and get a refund 馃槉
#on the one hand YES it would be great to have a pair of jeans that fit me#on the other hand i regretted that purchase financially as soon as i made it and i will be v glad to get the money back#WHY DOES NOWHERE MAKE JEANS THAT FIT ME#they're always just too baggy in places and too tight other places like they're usually too big and too small at the same time#and in that situation u can't just get it in a different size bc then it would still fit weird#these ones fit really well around my hips but were just weirdly baggy in the crotch? WHY#also they're always ALWAYS way too long on me but that's ok i can alter the hem length really easily#i guess the real answer would be to learn how to tailor the tops of jeans to fit me properly#i have been seeing some vids recently on pinterest on how to do that and i'll definitely look into it more#because it PISSES ME OFF TO NO END#the current pair i have are just. SO baggy and not in a cute way like they are definitely too big for me#and i guess i have lost a little weight since i bought them but i think probably they never fit right#and i was just so desperate that i settled#also i kind of made a loose resolution that i would only buy second hand or sustainable clothes from now on#and the vast majority of sustainable jeans do not come in sizes big enough for me#it fucking sucks but fast fashion brands really are the only places you can buy decent plus sized jeans#no 'good quality' denim brands eg levi or wrangler make plus sized jeans and you for sure can't find any second-hand#that's why this pair was expensive (bc the brand is sustainable)#i've ordered from them before and i remember having the same problem and having to return everything so i really should have known better#sustainably making clothes that don't fucking fit me lmao#馃
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junimo-hexed 1 year ago
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So I started reading Knightfall after I just finished No Man's Land and now I am wondering how JP goes from murder to "can we be siblings Babs", "I've never experienced Christmas", *confusion over socializing*. Like did Dennis O'Neil go "what if I made Azrael babygirl?"
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57sfinest 2 years ago
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I'm not even joking when I say that your posts and your writing have fully single-handedly made me like jean as a character. when I played the game I went "this guy fucking sucks" and was baffled by how much people seemed to like him. and babygirlify him and all that. but then I saw your posting and now I say "this guy fucking sucks in a way that is interesting to ruminate on". he's just as terrible and I'm just as annoyed but now I'm having fun analysing all the ways in which he sucks
YEAHHH THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT BABY!!!! that's what the TRUE jeanvic hype is all about!! it's about taking this horrid little creature of a man and cracking him open and putting him in Situations!! he sucks so fucking bad. he's literally the worst. one of the most objectively unlikable characters in the game. yet i love him so. and as a certified Jean Enjoyer it is my job to make sure everyone fully understands all the ways in which he fucking sucks so we can all point and laugh at him together
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chicinsilk 3 months ago
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US Vogue October 15, 1967
Model : 聽Jean Shrimpton
Left, the youngest enchantment now in white and misty mink; double-breasted with grey suede buttons and belt, white collar and cuffs. By Reiss & Fabrizio, from 'Jasmine', Emba white mink, and 'Morning Light', Emba natural pale blue-beige mink. Earrings by Marvella. Pale pearl mink, centre, to give a glow to the skin. Light shading through each skin - an ingenuous coat with a small collar, cuffs, narrow belt. By Christie Bros., from Breath of Spring 'Azurene', Emba natural blue-grey mink. Earrings by K.J.L. Chained mink, right, a pale mink coat dress with a large gold chain on the front above a hidden zipper. Made to order at Maximilian, from Breath of Spring 'Rovalia', Emba natural pale pink mink. Earrings by Napier. With the three pale mink coats: Evins boots. Hair: Ara Gallant; Tovar-Tresses hairpieces.
脌 gauche, le plus jeune enchantement maintenant en vison blanc et brumeux ; crois茅 avec boutons et ceinture en su猫de gris, col et poignets blancs. Par Reiss & Fabrizio, de 芦 Jasmine 禄, vison blanc Emba, et 芦 Morning Light 禄, vison bleu p芒le-beige naturel Emba. Boucles d'oreilles par Marvella. Vison nacr茅 p芒le, au centre, pour donner de l'茅clat 脿 la peau. De l茅g猫res nuances 脿 travers chaque peau - un manteau ing茅nue avec un petit col, des poignets, une ceinture 茅troite. Par Christie Bros., de vari茅t茅 Breath of Spring 芦 Azurene 禄, vison bleu-gris naturel Emba. Boucles d'oreilles K.J.L. Vison en cha卯nes, 脿 droite, une robe-manteau en vison p芒le avec une grande cha卯ne dor茅e sur le devant au-dessus d'une fermeture 茅clair cach茅e. Fabriqu茅 sur commande chez Maximilian, de vari茅t茅 Breath of Spring 芦 Rovalia 禄, vison rose p芒le naturel Emba. Boucles d'oreilles Napier. Avec les trois manteaux en vison p芒le : bottes Evins. Coiffures : Ara Gallant ; postiches Tovar-Tresses.
Photo Richard Avedon vogue archive
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technoxenoholic 2 years ago
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i am actually considering buying cheap paper envelopes in bulk to store my custom patterns in
mostly because it would be a giant pain in the ass to actually make envelopes out of the plain paper i already have. gluing the flaps by hand in a tidy way without gluing the whole inside together just seems like a nightmare
(and also i'm absolutely not paying the inflated non-bulk prices for paper envelopes are you serious)
#stfu blue#reborking is prohibited#the question is. if i do this. how many do i actually Need.#they come in 25 packs on this one site i'm looking at#i'd rather have some extra if i'm not sure but like. i don't want to buy 4x 25-packs or smth & THEN realize i only need 19 envelopes u kno?#i completely do not know how i want to do this#i have only just realized Today that oh. fuck. i'm gonna need envelopes to store my patterns in huh#if i just shove them all in a drawer all the pieces will get intermixed & damaged and that is just not happening okay. i am not doing that#but do i want to store two 'sibling' versions of a block in one envelope or two?#how many blocks am i even planning to make? how many garments can i get out of how many blocks? how many variants does each block need?#do i want to store different design element patterns together with the blocks they're made for... or separately?#these are the kinds of questions i need to work out the answers to in order to know how many envelopes i need#i need at least... knit shirt/dress block (has 2 major variants). button-up shirt/dress block (has 2 major variants/lots of sub-variation).#jeans block. soft knit pants block. non-stretch slacks block. circle skirt blocks maybe? definitely a jacket block... waistcoat block too#do i need a separate sweater block or can i just up-size my knit shirt block slightly when i make sweaters?#i'll need a separate block for overcoats... does that include the raincoat i'm planning to do? should a raincoat just get A Solo Pattern?#good grief. okay. i'm seriously gonna have to like. sit down and have A Proper Think. make a List. all that.
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swagging-back-to 2 years ago
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diy projects im doing today;
bottle cap pins
ring holder
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bi-writes 4 months ago
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Okay but MOB sitting on Simon's lap, cuddling as they watch some movie Simon picked out because it was his turn. At one point she gets up and he thinks she's just going to use the restroom, hands on her hips to help stabilize her. Only instead of leaving, she turns around and sits on her knees between his legs. She bats her eyes at him but otherwise just soaking in how pretty he is. He probably makes a joke, says he loves her and when he still doesn't move figures she just wants a moment and continues to watch the screen.
When she finally works herself up to it, she starts sliding her hands up and down his thighs and just the sensation and imagery alone has him hard and he can't bring himself to ask her to stop when it feels so nice. Eventually her hands wander up further and she begins to play with the button of his jeans. Still not stopping her, even as she unbuttons and zips them down to pull out his erection. When he finally looks down, she stops and stares innocently up at him.
As soon as his attention's somewhat back up on the screen, she repositions herself and licks a stripe up his dick to bring his head into her mouth to swirl around. He doesn't even last that long and she doesn't let him pull her off when he comes.
Or something like that...
mail-order bride (18+)
simon likes action movies. they're his favorite, by far. he likes to watch the over-the-top car races in the middle of metropolitan cities, he likes big, stupid explosions and when the protagonist has their enemy at the end of their gun and says something cheesy like "you're not going anywhere now."
he told you once that he likes the simplicity. the happy endings. the key recovered, a family saved, the epic conclusion of an explosive journey that always ends in the bad guy in handcuffs and the good guy on a beach sipping a mai tai, getting the girl, saving the world.
you think maybe he likes it because it dampens reality. you have seen the aftermath of an op gone wrong; in this way, simon can fantasize just a little. he can pretend that there is nothing wrong with the world for 90 minutes or so.
what's so wrong with that?
he's so pretty.
he ran errands for you today. came back from the store with a paper bag in his hands, setting it down on the counter and unpacking it. you were sat at the kitchen counter, the orange cat wrapped up completely in a burrito of a towel so you could cut her dagger-like claws without risk of retaliation. simon was watching carefully out of the corner of his eye, but as he unpacked the bag, you had all but melted in your chair.
a refill of your favorite makeup remover (you were going to run out tonight, guaranteed). vitamins (ya look right sick, baby, drink y'r juice). your favorite brand of pads (just tell me which ones, i'll get it right, promise). sour sweets (cherry-flavored, of course, sour because he likes the face you make when you pop them into your mouth). when the last box hit the counter, you had dropped the cat, much to her relief.
condoms. fucking condoms.
no, he's not pretty. simon is so fucking hot.
he doesn't budge when you get up to put the empty popcorn bowl into the sink. when you come back in the room, simon is still staring at the television, eyes trained on the spy on screen hopping between rooftops as they dodge bullets. you bite your lip watching him, unable to stop thinking about simon, simon, simon.
he's wearing nice jeans. straight jeans, but even the extra give doesn't matter when your husband is made of pure muscle and fat. you can see his stomach through his shirt since it's tucked in, white fabric showing off that nice pudge that you love laying your head on, your palm, knowing how solid and strong he most certainly is. nghghhhh, and his arms--big, bulging, tattooed, a perfect canvas for colorful markers or glitter or maybe your tongue.
it's subconscious, really. the carpet is soft under your knees as you kneel at his feet, lowering yourself so you can blink up at him big and wide as he keeps his eyes on the movie. he does notice you, however; his big hand slides down his thigh, and your eyes flutter a little when he passes it over your head then down your face, a pretty little pet between his legs.
"not supposed to be on y'r knees f'me, baby," simon mutters, but you can't answer because his thumb slips into your mouth. you wrap your lips around it absentmindedly, running your tongue over the thick pad of it. "tha's my job."
you sit up on your knees, leaning over him, and he gives you his attention finally, a twitch of a smile as he bends his neck a little and kisses you warmly. you steady yourself by putting your hands on his thighs, gripping the meat of them firm as you slip your tongue into his mouth and draw a low grunt from deep within his chest.
"always working for me, simon," you whisper between kisses. "always..."
fuck, the blood rushes to his cock almost immediately. he has such a soft spot for you. taking care of you, doing things for you, buying you what you need--it makes him so fucking hard thinking about fulfilling every need of yours. you deserve nothing but nice dreams, good meals, happy cats, a well-loved pussy, all the love his broken heart can give. he chubs up in his pants every time you ask him for something.
can you carry this for me, simon?
oh, i need some help with this, baby, just here...
can you get me more of this? i'm about to run out.
the zipper is stuck, simon...can you get me out of this?
ugh, you're his walking wet dream. and you're kneeling in between his legs, his sweet girl pouting up at him, and--oh, fuck--
your hands are soft under his shirt. you've untucked it just enough, your warm fingers sliding along the band of his jeans. he hisses a little, his body stiffening, and you smooth a thumb over his belt before kissing him again.
"you're so pretty, simon," you whisper, and he licks over your bottom lip in response, drawing a soft whine out of you. his thighs widen just a little when he hears the clink of his belt, feeling the waistband loosen as you draw it out from the loops and toss it onto the carpet behind you. "such a handsome man you are..."
"come off it," simon growls a little, and you giggle, freeing the button and slipping your hand down. his mouth falls open in a silent moan as you cup him with a hot hand, fingers sliding under his length to fondle his balls.
"mmm..." you follow his sputtering mouth, breathing him in. "actually, simon...i really, really wanna get on it..."
"wot a brat," simon murmurs, clicking his tongue. "can't be fuckin' patient--ahh!"
you pull him out of his jeans with a firm tug before sticking your tongue out and kneeling back down to lick a curious stripe up the underside of him. simon is pulsing, radiating heat and already leaking beads of stringy pre-cum, and as you suck the tip of him into your mouth, you realize just how thick your husband really is.
you've never seen him quite this naked, quite this up close. when he fucked your thighs, he had felt big, but his cock is truly making a space for itself in your mouth--
"ah!" you gasp as he fists your hair and pulls you off, leaning down to kiss you hard.
"baby--"
"i want it--" you whimper, using your hands, letting the spit from your mouth drip down his cock as your fingers spread it wide, pumping him softly. "simon, please! please! you always say...always say i can have whatever i want, please..."
when he lets your hair go, you dive. you suck him into your mouth, practically purring as you press him back into the couch and suck. he tastes like a man should, like a husband should, musk and a little sweat and just enough soap to have you a little light-headed. with the first bob of your head, simon shudders, a big hand cupping the back of your neck as he drops his chin to his chest to watch you. he uses his other hand to push your hair back, his mouth falling open a little as he watches your eyes roll back in your head as you try to fit more of him into your mouth.
your mouth squelches with every bob. spit gathers around the edges of your mouth, little globs dripping out as you slurp and flick your tongue over every vein and soft patch of skin. you're making a mess of him, all soft mouth and wiggly tongue and gentle moans that make him seize up.
it's not even a minute of your soft sucking, and simon is caught off guard by his own release. he wants to apologize, but you look so fucking pretty, coughing a little around his wet cock.
you don't stop then either.
some of it drips down around your hands, his own cum webbing between your fingers and getting onto the front of your shirt and staining his jeans, but you keep your mouth on him. you nuzzle the head of his cock against the inside of your cheek, pull off just enough to suck so softly on the tip of him.
"baby, fuck--" simon chokes, watching you through lidded, hazy eyes. "please, fuck--"
"i want it," you whisper, smoothing a wet hand down his length. he's getting hard all over again, and he nearly cums a second time when you let your eyes find his and pepper kisses from the tip of him all the way to the base. "don't i get w-whatever i want, simon? c-can't i...can't i have more?"
simon chuckles a little. he uses his thumb to swipe a glob of cum off your chin, bringing it up to his own mouth to suck off with a snort.
"you want more, baby?" simon asks, and you sit back up on your knees, pressing your forehead to his as he eyes your lips. they're a tad swollen, kiss-bitten and wet. "wot more do ya want, hmm? wot is it my wife wants so much, huh?"
you smile, wide, those big eyes sparkling. you give him another slow stroke with your hand, and he hisses, gritting his teeth as he watches your smile get just that much bigger.
"i want you to stop playing games with me, simon," you say softly. "you'll never win. so just give me what i deserve."
"wot you deserve?"
"don't i deserve you, simon?" you ask, and when he fails to answer, you swipe your thumb over his cock, drawing a cracked groan out of him. "you won't make me beg, will you, simon?"
"no," simon pants, leaning further into you, pressing his face to yours. "never. my wife doesn't beg for anythin'."
"you promise, simon?"
"my wife gets woteva she fuckin' asks for. olways."
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