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[dreamgrlarchive]

current wardrobe shopping list 💻💕💵:

around this time of year i always like making clothing wishlists for the fall and winter, and my wardrobe naturally shifts for the spring and summer. i always seem to slightly tweak my personal look around this time of year to make sure my wardrobe is true to me! prissy girl 4 life! 💓🍰

tops:

lace bandeaus for layering, feather trimmed button down tops, knitted fuzzy fitted tops, fur trimmed half jackets and crop tops, rhinestone lettered shirts, victoria’s secret off shoulder sweaters, lace camis, off shoulder knitted tops in my color palette, satin button downs, sheer tops, lululemon strawberry milkshake define jacket, fur collar leather jacket, oversized sweaters in pink and black, basic neutral long sleeved cotton tops

bottoms:

microscopic boy shorts with cute details, leather mini skirt, tartan plaid mini skirt, fold over yoga pants, lace trimmed skirt, miss me embellished skinny jeans, denim pleated skirt, houndstooth mini skirt, leather flare pants, fur/feather skirt

dresses + etc.:

ribbed knit bodysuit, pink and black rompers for layering, cotton bodysuits in my color palette, rhinestone skims dresses, hidden cult distressed pink halter dress, skims slip dresses, knit bodysuits, i am gia tracksuits in black and pink, pink jacket and legging set, solid black leggings, gray leggings, pink body by tracy set, black and pink fine girl set, new pink workout set

accessories:

knitted knee high socks, sheer socks, fuzzy beret, baby phat belt, fur headbands, fuzzy leg warmers, lace tights, diamond hair clips

jewelry:

anklets, new pandora charms, body chains, bling nostril hoops, bow ring and necklace, tiara charm bracelet and necklace, diamond encrusted hoops, tiffany toggle choker, dainty tennis bracelets, new cute belly rings

purses:

medium ballerina telfar, hello kitty wallet, heaven sent leopard print wallet, tory burch ella tote, juicy couture wristlet, louis vuitton speedy 30, rhinestone encrusted purse, feather satchel, hello kitty purse, pink puffer tote, victoria’s secret glitter tote, burberry satchel, ruffled pink purse, juicy couture 2022 bowler bag

shoes:

fuzzy boots in pink and gray, black kitten heels, pink closed toe pumps, jelly platform sandals, white fur bearpaw boots, y.r.u. qrystal pink platforms, juicy couture fur slides, total temptress heels, sequin uggs, pink fur platform sandals, sherpa lined pink crocs, sparkly heels, strappy heels, mary janes

[poppletonink]

Dark Academia Fashion: A Guide

Imagine a Victorian woman, walking down the street in her blouse and petticoat, basking in the beauty of nature. Picture a university professor in a button-down shirt and tweed jacket, pondering life, the universe and everything within it. Consider the appearance of a starving artist, pouring their soul into their creations and staring wistfully into the distance. Dark academia is the aesthetic that encompasses all of these people. It combines the soulful desire to learn with a romanticisation for autumn and winter.

Though education is at the heart of dark academia, as a shared desire amongst all followers of it, fashion plays an important part in the romanticisation of the aesthetic. Ideas about dark academia's fashion typically stem from clothes referenced in what is often deemed The Holy Trinity of Dark Academia: The Secret History, Dead Poets Society and Kill Your Darlings. It also means dressing as though you have reversed time and now live in your favourite era of history, be it Victorian England or the times of the Renaissance.

The colour palette of the aesthetic is usually rich, dark colours - shades of brown, and beige and the darker hues of reds, greens and blues. These colours often appear as solid, colour-blocked elements of an outfit, though patterns such as tartan, plaid and argyle are also depicted frequently within a dark academic's lookbook.

In its time-twisting nature, the fashion of the dark academic aesthetic often allows its wearers to appear as an old professor or detective would. Blouses and button-down shirts are frequently paired with long, dark trousers, plaid miniskirts or flowing maxi skirts, creating a formal and classy impression. Waistcoats, blazers and tweed jackets are often worn, which furthers the image of elegance and beauty associated with the aesthetic. Some wear trench coats, creating the mysterious allure of an old-timey detective. Others wear pinafores and sweater vests, as though trapped in time, still wearing components of a child's school uniform, but with a much more sophisticated feel.

Outfits are often accessorised in a way that would suit an academic, allowing for practicality to meet fashionable flair. Shoe choices typically follow the pattern of either Mary Janes, Oxfords, loafers or Dr Martens, all of which amplify the class of the outfit. In addition, jewellery such as pearl earrings and necklaces are worn, as though heirlooms of an old-money family, or lockets containing pictures of loved ones. Furthermore, briefcases and leather-strapped watches add another layer of usefulness to the outfit, allowing the wearer to carry all items needed for their classes and to be well aware of the time when under the constraints of a deadline.

As we head towards the heart of autumn, dark academia shall see its typical surge in popularity, and in all its stylish beauty and timeless wonder nobody should complain.

[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 7

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Summary: Fem!oc x Matt Sturniolo

Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Authors notes:

This chapter was so hard to write and for why :,)

Warnings: swearing, isn't proofread, so sorry for any mistakes

Word count: 2489

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

7:30am

Alyia pov:

I groaned, burying myself under the warm covers, hiding myself from the rays of lights that had started to creep through my curtains. My arms rested above my head, finger-combing my hair gently trying to find a small way to pass the time. Another morning of pure silence wasn’t one I was willing to opt for. I sigh and reach my arm over to grab my headphones, and take them out of the case. My phone lay next to them and I connect my headphones to my phone as I scroll through Spotify. One of my old playlists grabs my attention and I put it on to shuffle.

Softcore – The Neighbourhood

I make sure that the volume is high enough that I can’t hear anything else around me clearly. The music distracts me from any other silence in my house, but this time it isn’t necessary. I walk down stairs drowsily while rubbing my eyes somewhat. Once I get to the bottom of the stairs, I notice my parents both sat down on the sofa, my father preparing some eggs in a bowl and my mother applying some makeup. I look around and notice bags of suitcases around the sofa and I know they must have only arrived this morning.

“Ally! There you are. I was beginning to think you had forgotten about school.” I can barely make out my father’s words, still having my headphones in my ear. I take them out, however, so that I could talk to him.

“Father…When did you two get home...?” I walk towards him, giving him a side hug while he pours the eggs into a pan.

“Only about an hour ago, but due to time zones, we slept on the plane.” He tries to focus on his words but he quiets himself to focus on the food. I simply change my attention over to my mother.

“Did you have a good trip, mother.” I speak more bluntly towards her, adapting a cold attitude which she instantly matches.

“Not now Alyia. I’m busy” Yet her version of busy obviously only meant her eyeliner and I roll my eyes.

“Scarlett, we have been gone a week, at least greet our daughter.” My face scrunches up whilst a sour expression grows on my mother’s face.

“Hello, Alyia. The trip was fine and the contract went well” She places her make up on the counter, still limiting her eyesight to the products sprawled over the table.

“Contract?”

“Yes, the contract, I told you I ha-“

“No, mother. I wasn’t aware…” I mumble quietly but it’s enough her to drop her brush harshly and she finally turns to face me.

“What have I said about interrupting me, Alyia.” Her tone is angered and makes me break eye-contact with her.

I only go silent and face the ground under my feet. I blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of the tears that pricked at my eyes.

This was pathetic that such a small sentence could affect me so much.

“So now you have nothing to say to me? Just go and get ready for school alright.” I normally would try and argue back but I simply wasn’t in the mood to fight today.

-

I had tried to distract myself with designing an outfit for school but considering half of it was mother’s brand, that grew hard quick. A simple white shirt is covered by a bold red tie that hung loosely around my neck, barely remaining under my collar. Then, it’s tucked into a tartan plaid skirt with a black belt tightening it to my waist. The sharp red complimented my brunette hair which I had put into a ponytail with my curtain bangs subsided, behind my ears. I grab an old pair of doc martins and slip my feet into them, no longer caring about the leather creasing whenever I step on the heel.

I just grab my headphones and place them back in my ears. I change over my school books and throw some main products like my keys in the front pocket and run back downstairs, slamming the door as I leave the house.

The day had barely started and I was in a sour mood. My parents were gone for a week and the most I get from my mother is a petty argument. At least my father had the decency to look at me when he spoke. Music wasn’t helping my mood as much since Mitski has started to play through.

The bus was late again but that wasn’t a surprise, they were always unreliable. I could easily get my license; I practically already have a car…or two. But the bus makes me feel more natural. My parents run fashion designs, but I don’t want to flaunt any money around like everything is expendable. I picked out what I wanted within reason and anything else of mine went into savings and my friends, mostly Jenny.

Thankfully the hallways were reasonably empty, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. I simply make my way to the music room as quick as I could. All I wanted to do was play music and focus on anything other than mother’s words, but getting to my locker was first.

For once I was grateful for my parent’s money as it allowed me to keep my guitar in my locker with the added space inside, even if I had to constantly rearrange it around my books and other equipment. It takes me a moment but I manage to shift around all my belongings so I can remove my guitar. Once I do I lean it against the locker door next to me to free my hand and pick up a few makeup products from the floor. However, when I bend down to pick it up the guitar’s weight starts to shift and slams on the tiles below, echoing a light strum from the force. I grimace and close my eyes as an exasperated sigh leaves my lips. The case slides across the floor when I pull it closer and I slam my locker door shut.

It slings over my shoulder and I’m finally on track to the music room.

I take my seat down on the leather sofa and lean back with my head against the wall and finally exhale deeply. My hands quickly find the cable for my guitar and fidget with it between my fingers trying to untie it.

The door opens beside me and I don’t even bother to check who it is and I just plug my cable into my guitar.

“Good morning, Alyia” Matt’s voice is immediately bright and fills the room around me.

“Mhm…” I simply hum in response, still not looking up to him. I wasn’t in the mood to appease him after the rough morning I have been having.

“Alyia?” His body tilts down to face me more directly.

“Yeah?” I finally look up to face him and try to avoid looking pissed off so that I can change the subject.

“You alright?” I only nod at him, knowing my attitude would stem through my words.

He doesn’t push anything any further and sits on the stool behind the drums and takes his drumsticks out of his back pocket. His hand grips the bottom of the stool and drags it across the flooring, immediately proceeding to tap the skin on the drums lightly.

“You wanna play Dark Red again or…Rise?” Matt’s voice drags on as he simultaneously tries to decide on a song.

I take a deep sigh and just strum on my guitar, tuning one of the strings as soon as it doesn’t match within my chord. I lack any response to Matt, spending my time on tuning instead. The silence is awkward but at this point, I wasn’t bothered. Those seconds drag on internally and I try to relax myself in to the melody of my guitar. Rise is decided quickly in my head as I begin to pick at the strings to produce a chord.

Matt quickly catches on to the song but is still caught of guard by the time he is meant to start drumming and he speeds up in order to catch up.

“O-okay Rise it is…”

As the song progresses, I gradually speed up my pace to the song, subconsciously playing faster counts of eight in my head. Initially, Matt doesn’t notice the increase in pace. But, the more he plays, he starts to miss one or two beats and looks up towards me occasionally, trying to read my expressions.

I don’t even get to the end of the song before I give up with it, holding my guitar tight in my left arm but letting my right one drop to the side of my leg.

“Okay, what is up with you today.” Matt’s voice is sterner towards me and I do my best not to link it to my mother’s.

“Nothing, Matt. I’m fine.”

“Oh? Are we doing this again. Firstly, you have been cold towards me, barely speaking any full sentences. Then, you speed up the song and don’t even finish it before you stop in frustration. And finally you seem so much more shut off, just like when you stayed over my house.” He pauses and walks towards me, leaning down to face me.

“So, Alyia. I’ll ask again. What is up with you?.”

As much as I didn’t want to tell Matt, when he brought up the night in his kitchen, all I could think about was what he said to me.

“I want to know you.”

I practically freeze in my spot and he rubs his neck softly and drags his palm up and down his arm lightly.

“You do?”

“You doubted that?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that, I stay to practise with you when I can, I make extra meetings for the English project simply because they typically end with us hanging out over a movie or something.” He starts to walk closer. “I want to be your friend Alyia. Besides you are one of the only friends I have that Nick hasn’t shit talked right away and that Chris feels comfortable being himself around.”

“I am?”

“You are. And frankly you are fucking awesome at guitar, don’t think those mornings are gonna stop any time soon.”

“I want to be your friend Alyia.” He gives me a genuine smile but I give him a tight-lipped weak one back.

“If you don’t want to talk, I get it, but you don’t have to restrict yourself, okay?” I can only nod in response but he only repeats himself. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Fine…” I lay my guitar at my feet and look down from Matt.

“Are you going to tell me, for real?” He takes a seat down next to me and looks at my face, reading my body language.

“I might as well, I have known you several months and you haven’t given me any reason to not trust you. It might also be better to have a new perspective than just Jenny.” I lean back into my chair as an attempt to calm my body down.

“Well, thank you...That does mean a lot.” He speaks through a breathy laugh and faces away from me and towards the drum kit he just left.

“Okay, uh shit how do I start…” I take a deep breath and internally analyse my situation, figuring out the best ‘script’ in my had that allows me to express the most.

“You know how whenever we go around to my house and do anything, my parents are never home and things are so bare apart from my own material?” I scan Matt’s face but he is hard to read in comparison to me so he nods in acknowledgement. “Well…they are never home because they are at meeting or business trips that take them across the world. My mother is a fashion designer and my father arranges all of the meetings and background things.”

“I guess that makes sense. Do they call you with updates or anything” I can only shake my head in response.

“Not really, my dad tries to but with so many calls from management to models and stuff, it only ends in voicemails. You would think when they get back they would think to update you on, y’know…their life. But no. My father wants to sit down with me and talk about the trips and the small details that you would never normally care about, yet my mother interrupts or gives him things to do.” My sentences start to ramble and I breath in quickly once I finish.

“It was just so different this morning, normally I can handle the shit my mother gives me but it felt like she hated me this morning. She fucking shut me down and told me to stop interrupting her as if that wasn’t all she ever did herself. She hadn’t seen me in a week and yet her eyeliner was far too important to trade…It feels so pathetic that she feels so low of me.”

Matt falls silent next to me and continues to face away from me.

“Alyia…I’m so sorry” His arm snakes around and lingers on my shoulder but once I flinch slightly, he jolts his hand back and places it back on his lap.

“It isn’t your fault Matt; in fact you have helped me.”

“I have? How?”

“By actually being there, after you leave my house, it actually feels like the place was lived in and not a decoration to flaunt.” I start to admit things to Matt that I wasn’t planning on telling him for months but it simply felt like I wasn’t restricted. He was right, I didn’t have to be.

“Alyia…I’m only being your friend”

“I don’t exactly have many of those, I fucking lack in social skills.” I try and lighten the mood but I’m only met with a tight-lipped smile back.

“You can always stay at my place whenever you need company?” He shrugs next to me and I can easily pick up on the sincerity in his voice. I look up at him, not even realising the smile that automatically grows on my face.

“And I don’t want to hear that ‘I don’t want to bother you’ shit because that’s the last thing you do.” His words halt as he processes his words.

“Thanks Matt. Really, other than Jenny I don’t exactly have anyone.”

His palm finds its way to my knee and rubs my leg slightly, his head nodding at me softly and we stay in silence for a moment.

“We should probably start to play music again...” I perk up and he snaps out from zoning out and immediately removes his hand and stands up.

“Right! Right. Yeah, you want to try Rise again.?”

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[spanishskulduggery]

For describing clothes as in ‘my shirt is spotted, my skirt has pleats, my shirt has asymmetrical buttons…etc)

That's something you might want to check on WordReference or Contexto Reverso since it's multiple different adjectives you're asking about, so that's more of a vocab list than a simple answer

But standard mi camisa es or tengo una camisa etc..... or if it's a temporary condition of the clothes it's estar like estar arrugado/a "to be wrinkled", or estar limpio/a "to be clean"; colors though are done with ser

"spotted" would usually be de lunares or sometimes a lunares which is what you see for "dots" or "polkadots" [el lunar is also the word for "mole" like on your skin, but it's related to luna "moon"]

This is assuming you don't mean manchado/a as in "stained" or "has spots on it" like it's dirt or grime etc

And "stripes" is the other one that follows the pattern where it's de rayas or a rayas as "striped" or "with stripes", with "pinstripes" usually being rayas finas "thin stripes/lines"

de or sometimes a are often used for patterns; another is a cuadros which is usually "plaid" or "checkered", literally "of squares".... but "plaid" can also be escocés/escosesa which is literally "Scottish", but it refers to tartan plaid

And "pleats/pleated" is de pliegues where el pliegue is "fold" literally

In general, clothes follow the standard "it is / I have" + article of clothing + noun + adjective... sometimes with a or de or con

[elaho]

Elliott Scottish Festival Regalia mod is now up and ready to play!

This mod changes Elliott’s festival sprites to incorporate traditional Scottish regalia for 4 of 8 festivals. (Flower Dance, Moonlight Jellies, Stardew Valley Fair, and Feast of the Winter Star.)

Elliott’s festival regalia includes: - Prince Charlie jacket and waistcoat (depending on the festival) - Collared shirt, jabot, and pin (or Jacobite Ghille Shirt) - Dress sporran and sporran strap (frontal pouch made of seal skin), - Sgian-dubh (small knife kept in the sock) - Kilt hose and flashes (socks and sock tassels) - Kilt (+ pin), - Brogues (lace-up shoes), and - Fly plaid (a long strip of plaid matching the kilt pattern, worn over the shoulder and fastened with a brooch)(depending on festival). Festival Tartan Patterns: Flower Dance: “Clan Lockhart – Ancient” Tartan Moonlight Jellies: “Reflections of the Sea” Tartan Stardew Valley Fair: “Clan Lockhart – Reproduction” Tartan Feast of the Winter Star: “Clan Lockhart – Modern” Tartan

After marriage, Elliott will wear various Tartan-patterned pyjamas around the farm and farmhouse from 6 AM to 7:30 AM and from 8:30 PM to 2:00 AM. He will change out of his pyjamas if he leaves the farm or if the farmer leaves the map and comes back after 7:30 AM.

Scottish Tartan patterns are open to anyone regardless of their family, clan, or registry origin, but I wanted to pick patterns that would mean something personal and significant to Elliott as a character.

More details about this mod and the selected Tartans can be found on the Nexus download page. Happy playing!

[silent-raven13]

When Hobie gets drunk

The Spider Band decided to go to one of Hobie's kickback parties. Well, it's one of his bandmate's kick back party, there's alcohol, weed, and other crazy stuff for the teenagers to have a good time. For once, the Spider Band had their day off taking the opportunity to be teenagers. The group put on their best punk outfit to fit into Hobie's world, just so they avoid looks.

Gwen grins widely having to wear plaided cargo pants with many zippers, an oversize shirt with a vest, and thick combat boots: Man, this is gonna be fucking exciting! -she shakes Pav with excitement. Finally, she gets to enjoy partying with her friends after weeks of being Spider-heroes-

Pav being dizzy from Gwen shaking him: Ahahaha, ye-yeah! I really want to do fun beer games! -He wore a much simpler outfit; a black tank top with ripped slashes around and skinny blue jeans with chains. The outfit works with rock boots.-

Margo smirks at Gwen: Hahaha, you're excited to get shitfaced, huh? -wearing a more Androgynous outfit; a long half skirt that is over black buckles black skinny ripped jeans, her tube top with fishnets and a thick belt slanted to the side of her wide hips. Her hair in thick locs with neon colors to stay true to her Spider Byte colors.-

Gwen blushes at Margo's smirk: Huh, ye-yeah! Come on, we finally got to enjoy ourselves. -the two noticed short knotted locs with red dye under their noses-

Spider Zeros: Yo! -she holds her Spiderling as she wore more a Gothic Punk style; a huge over size t-shirt with rip hems and certain parts with an asymmetrical collar stitched fish necks, one long fishnet glove from her arm to her hands, and a black fingerless glove on the other. She had thick big black buckled platform boots, with uneven stockings of black and red. Her makeup dark and dramatic with purple lipstick- What's good!

Pav: I keep forgetting how short you are!

Spider Zero: Excuse you! I am older than all of ya! -she huffs- Anyway, i heard there's free alcohol and join in! Where's Peni?

Gwen sighs: She's busy.

Spider Zero arched her eyebrows: Wow, so boring.

Margo: Hey, she's always working on her machines.

Miles spotted them: Hey guys! -Everyone stares at his outfit being surprised. Miles blushed being shy, his arm rub his other arm- Is is too much?

They squealed: Your so cute, Miles!

Gwen: OMG are you wearing a skirt!

Pav: Look at the lipstick!

Margo: Damn, Miles! I didn't know you like to dress up like that! -she giggles-

Spider Zero awed: Awe, you got to show off your tattoo!

Miles' cheeks felt super warm: Really? Thanks! I wanted to impress Hobie, since he's hardcore and... I'm just simple! -He went all out on his outfit: a red plaided half skirt with a cut to show the black one pants/short and tartan around his reavealing left thigh. His right leg being covered by the ripped one pant. He had on a shredded Hobie's band crop top and underneath the top is one layer of fishnets covering his his right arm to his tummy. The left arm with ripped up plaided sleeve purpose to cover only the forearm and hand. His revealing stomach had a heart shape buckle belt with studs and chains as decor. Then he had a black leather jacket from Hobie with patches and paint on it with words and slang around it. The same goes with his messily painted sunflowers on the sides on his Devil Games Mismatched combat boots. His face being covered with black lipsticks, and smokey red and black eyeshadow with white wing eyeliner. Put on a fake lip piercing, but had his earrings on.-

Gwen: Trust me, Hobie is gonna be so happy!

Hobie: OI! OI! Peter Pan! -the group heard their friend calling out for him. They turned their head toward the voice is coming from through the thick crowd of the underground warehouse party. They saw him walking so sloppy, so drunk!-

Miles gasps with a cute pout: Hobie, you got drunk before we got here!

Hobie finally noticed his boyfriend as he got closer. His vision was blurry as he pushed people out of his way, until his vision came clear when he saw his beaming Angel, his Sunflower: Miles? -he kinda slur his words-

Spider Zeros: A DOY! No shit Sherlock! -she rolled her eyes-

Hobie scowls: Eh, are you being a Xenophobic -his eyes at Zero-

Zero: No, it's an expression for no shit! -she grins- Anyway, I wanna get shitfaced! Right, Spiderling! -her spider happily nodded- Come on, let's drink!

Hobie look at his friends: Ya'll look freaking amazing -he turns to Miles- You look amazing, luv! -he holds his partner's cheek having to stare deep into his eyes like he was the only man in the party-

Miles smiles shyly feeling his cheeks warm again: Heh, thanks, bae.

Pav: Yeah, we should start partying! I finally got the chance to get wasted!

Hobie drunkily slouch on his Miles: The alcohol is that way -he use his thumb to point the area where all the alcohol is at- Come!

It wasn't long till the party went hard! Gwen challenging Hobie into shots. Margo cheering on Gwen while Pav cheer for Hobie. Zero drinks her beer watching with Miles. The young man had a red cup filled with alcohol, he took small sip. If he's honest, he hates alcohol. The taste is too bitter to him, he hates beer the most: Luv! Luv! Were you watching? -Hobie called for him-

Miles laughs: I am, bae! Wow, ten shots! That's crazy.

Hobie grins widely until Pav shouted: Holy Shit, Gwen! -She chugged a bottle of Vodka-

Margo cheers: Hahaha, I never knew you can hold your liquor, Gwen!

Gwen grins wildly being sluggish and slur her words: Ye-yeahh, I ams am'zing...

Miles laughs: Shit, she's gonna feel that in the morning.

Zero: Nah, she got white girl wasted, she can handle it!

Pav giggles having to get another round of shots ready: Miles! Come, join us!

Miles: Ohh, I dunno... I'm not that good with liquor!

Zero: Come on, man. Let's take a shot! -she nudges as her Spiderling slurps her cup with a straw as he rest on her shoulder-

Miles: Is he allowed to drink that?

Zero: Yeah, stop changing the subject.

Miles gave in: Alright. Hobie wanna take a hot with me.

Hobie already too drunk: YEAH! -being much hyper, more louder than his cool self- Let's do this! -The group got their shots to cheer and drink. Miles shudders at the vodka burning down his throat-

Miles: Ugh!

Hobie kisses his forehead being more clingy: It's alright, Brooklyn! You were great.

Gwen drunkly said: Ugh, ya two are always so lovey lovey! Makes me upset I got no one! -she slouches on Margo-

Margo: Whoa easy. Maybe you should take a little break.

Gwen pouts: Nuuhhh!

Margo: Yeeesss

Zero snorted: Oh brother...

Pav: Hehehe, will Ghostbyte happen?

Zero: A what?

Pav: Gwen is Ghost-spider and Margo is Spiderbyte. Ghostbyte.

Hobie chuckles still being drunk with his words: Wat's he talking' bout, darling? -he sat with Miles having his arms around his lover's shoulder-

Miles: Ship names! Pav, I let you watch one anime and now you're shipping everyone, man! -he chuckles-

Pav: Oh pfft, your just mad because I got to name Miguel and Peter, Spiderdads!

Zero: I like SpiderDaddies more.

Gwen hugs Margo being clingy: Ghostbyte!!! -Margo just laughs as she held Gwen to help her not fall-

Miles: And you couldn't find a name for you?

Pav snorted: Pfft me and Gayatri is easy! Pavitri! See! -he looks at Hobie and Miles- Hmm, I'll come up one for you two. It's hard since you got no specific Spiderman name.

Miles gasp: What? I have cool powers!

Zero: Hobie is easy. He's Punk Spiderman.

Hobie grunts: I don't call myself a punk, that's labeling me a-

Zero cut him off: Yeah, we get it. It's just that's how it is.

Pav: Hmmm, Hobie calls Miles, Sunflower- OH! PUNKFLOWER!

Margo listens: That's cute.

Zero nodded: Or Flowerpunk!

Gwen: I like -she burps as talks- that one! -still slouching on Margo-

Miles laughs: Okay, it's cute. Not gonna lie.

Hobie grunts: Who cares about labels, luv? It's not really us! You're my Sunflower! -he snuggle his partner- why should we care what others think of us?

Miles: I like it. -he chuckles- We got our secret ship names, bae.

Zero: Unless you're in Earth 1218, they already know your ships.

Pav: Oh, isn't that world where reality is soo real! Like their laws of nature is so powerful that their super-heroes don't exist- only through imagination! -He gasps with awe look on his face, and hands on his head-

Zero: Yeah! How did you know?

Hobie: This guy knows everything! He's always hearing the latest gossip at HQ!

Margo: And you can't tell him NOTHING! He's the first one to spread it!

Pav fake gasp: ME? How dare you!

Margo: It's true. You always instigating and being the first one to spread the word. Last time, I mention about Ben being in the pain in the ass and he quickly told everyone. Like, bro! -she laughs at Pam's expression-

Pav: To be fair, you also said to other Spiderpeople! -He laughs- Not my fault, Miguel got involved!

Zero: Man, that man is always up in everyone asses tho! He one time got mad because I didn't signed in or out.

Margo: But you go through multiverses?

Zero: I know!

Hobie: He's a control arse!

Gwen: Yeah, fuck Miguel! -being too drunk to care what she said-

Margo: Opp! I wouldn't say that.

Miles: Yeah, he's not all bad. He's like an old building that needs a clean up!

Pav: I see, FlowerFang happening! -Getting a dark glare from Hobie. Huh oh, jealous Hobie is back-

Zero: Ohhh, nice one!

Miles pouts: Nah, Pav. Now, you're being an instigator! I just think Miguel got some rough patches.

Margo: Before we continue this convo! Miles, I'm curious -she and Gwen sat down on chairs behind them. Gwen still cuddling against Margo- Like no offense, but- but would you?

Miles: Huh?

Pav laughs: And I'm the instigator, huh?

Margo: Oh hush!

Zero laughs: Now, we're getting to the juicy detail!

Hobie glares at them: Aye, are ya gonna disrespect me like this? In front of my face!

Margo hold her hands in defense: I'm just saying. Okay, let me be more honest. Would ya'll tap Miguel?

Everyone went silent except for Hobie with a scowl: No.

Margo grins: Why?

Hobie: Because he's a bloody bloke! A fucking pig within this whole society controlling all of us! What do you mean? Would you all do him! -his eyes widen in shock-

Zero: No! I'm Asexual and- that man got issues.

Margo: Paving is thinking pretty hard there, huh? Hey, you okay, bud?

Pav: What da fuck? I can't even think without you calling me out! -Zero laughs out loud-

Margo: It's like you're really thinking about it. Look, I'ma be honest. Miguel is a fine man... -she explains- We are not gonna sit here and lie about that, and he got some sweet cake. I mean, have you look at that man? -The group except for Hobie nodded with agreement. Hobie looks at Miles' who gave a slight nod-

Hobie: LUV!

Miles: What? I'm just agreeing that Miguel is handsome!

Pav: Look, I think I would if I wasn't in a serious relationship! -he spotted Zero about to say something to him- Considering- Considering we are all adults, so it should be fine! -he sips his drink-

Zero: So you would since your 18, now.

Pav: Ya! I mean, why not?

Margo: Lowkey, same. High key, only for a night stand, like have you seen that man's ass. Lord!

Zero: It's like two bouncing balls!

Pav: Gwen is all knocked out.

Gwen snoring in Margo's shoulders: Let her sleep. Anyway, Miles? Your opinion.

Miles: I'm in a relationship! I can't say that.

Hobie smirks: Yeah, he shouldn't think about it. -he slouch on his boyfriend-

Margo: Hypothetically speaking-

Hobie getting jealous: nah, fuck your hypo!

Zero and Pav laughs: He's mad mad, now!

Miles: Me and Hobie are in a great relationship! Why would I wanna think about another man?

Zero: Sheesh, loyal man.

Margo: But like imagine tho.

Hobie: Margo, your being a Pav!

Pav: Me! No, what da hell did I do?

Margo laughs: Relax, Hobs!

Hobie scowls having to go to his Miles: You know, I love you, right!

Miles blink surprised: Huh? Hobie, where-

Hobie got in front of his partner with his hands cupping his lover: I told you before I love you! I love you, mate! -his drunk self getting emotional-

Miles: I love you, too-

Zero: Wow, and three years strong!

Hobie being clingy to Miles: I love you, Sunflower! You know, that! I would fucking become a villain if you leave me or if anything happen to you! I'll fucking kill anyone who hurts you! I would be nothing without you, Miles! -kissing him on the lips and cheek-

Miles: Hobie, Hobie! Baby, you're drunk. Calm down!

Hobie: I love you, you're my baby! -he holds Miles in his arms- This is man is mine!

Miles never knew how clingy his boyfriend could get, even how easily tick off: Baby, I love you, too! -he hugs him back-

Hobie: I love you, MILES! You're my SUNFLOWER! -His arms wrapped around his Miles as they cuddle on the couch. Everyone laughs while Miles tries to calm his boyfriend down-

[moralesispunk]

Kinktober Day Six - Cockwarming // Frankie

Kinktober Masterlist | @the-purity-pen

Warnings: kissing, established relationship, cockwarming

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: I think I’m unable to write pure smut without their being romance and I’m sure everyone has accepted that I need the fluff by now

The air was starting to grow colder and your home had soon become a haven of all things warm and cozy. There were blankets piled in almost every room of the house; candles lit on tables throughout; the smell of soup filled with spices filtering down through the hall; Frankie dozing in and out of sleep on the sofa in front of the TV.

You stood by the living room door and watched him for a second, his arms stretched behind his head and his t-shirt lifting ever so slightly to show the freckles and trail of hair that traveled below his plaid pajama pants he had thrown on when you got home. His chest rose and fell beneath the gray t-shirt with deep breaths and his hair fanned around his head in a dark halo from where his cap had fallen to the ground long ago. 

With a soft groan he started to stir, one of his eyes peeking open as both of his arms stretched above his head with his hands clenched into fists. The corner of his mouth turned up when his eyes landed on you and he reached a warm palm out in your direction.

“C’mere.” Frankie’s sleepy voice held a deeper rasp than usual, catching on the end of his words as he pulled you down onto the sofa until your thighs were spread at either side of his and your cheek rested between his shoulder and collar bone. 

“Good nap?”

He hummed above you, pulling the tartan blanket that had been thrown over the back of the sofa down on top of you as he tucked it into your sides and settled his hands on your back. His warmth surrounded you and you were already beginning to fall into a sleep when his mouth pressed to your forehead, his fingers pulling back and forth across the waistband of your leggings as you snuggled closer to his chest.

“Could have been better. Could have had you on top of me the whole time.”

“Flirt,” you teased, nipping his side and laughing when he squirmed beneath you.

When you tilted your head up you found him already looking down at you, his cheeks still flushed pink from sleep and his eyes slightly puffy. One of his hands weighed heavy on your back, the rough palm running up your spine and holding the back of your neck as he tilted your head up to meet his mouth in a kiss.

He tasted like the cinnamon drink he had at the farmers market and a hint of the mint gum he had in the drive back, his tongue brushing across your bottom lip until he slipped it into your mouth with a hum. His thumb stroked back and forth across your jaw while his other hand slipped down gripping your ass, rolling your hips against his a few slow times as you felt his cock harden beneath his pants.

You stayed like that for a while, long enough for the second quarter of the game playing in the background to finish and for the third to start. His cock was fully hard beneath you now and you could feel how wet you were, each roll of your hips sending a warmth through your body that you were happy not to chase for now.

“Can I put it in, baby?” Frankie mumbled against your mouth, his thumb running across your lips that were plump from kissing and his dark eyes followed the movement. “Just the tip, just wanna be inside you.”

You nodded against him, the blanket falling down to your waist while you lifted your hips up enough and pressed your mouth against his as you shuffled your leggings down and threw them on the floor. As you did this, Frankie pulled his cock out from beneath his waistband, giving his length a few lazy strokes as you rested a hand on his chest and swirled your hips to guide the head of his cock inside.

You hummed into his mouth before trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, gently sinking your teeth into his shoulder. “More,” you gasped.

He nodded as your head buried against his neck, his hands sliding down your back to your hips.

“Almost there. Just a little more, baby- please-” 

Your knees dug into the soft sofa and you tilted your hips more, Frankie’s cock sliding deeper in a way that had him cutting off with a groan that was muffled against your hair, blunt ends of his fingers digging into your hips as he moved you until all of his cock was buried deep and his hips were pressed against yours. His hard cock stretched you almost painfully, especially since neither of you took the time to stretch you out on his finger first, but soon it gave way to pure pleasure as he filled you perfectly - like you were made for him.

You think you must have said the words out loud, a groan mixed with a deep chuckle fanning across your shoulder as his lips move against your cheek.

“You’re perfect.”

When your bodies stilled you tilted your head up to his and he caught your mouth in a kiss, his hand sliding up your back to the nape of your neck to your jaw before holding there and slipping his tongue past your lips as you swallowed down his sighs of contentment.

His kisses grew softer, his hands releasing your hips from their tight grip and his fingers instead dancing up and down your side. Every so often his fingers caught on your shirt and it would lift an inch or so to let the cool air of the room cover your skin in goosebumps before it was covered once more.

When his lips broke away your head fell back to his chest, your whole body relaxed and tired.

“Want to watch a movie or the rest of the game?” His voice was hoarse - from sleep or his cock buried deep inside you, you couldn’t tell - but you nodded against him.

“You pick,” you said around a yawn and his laugh pressed against your cheek in a hot breath.

Your eyes were already closed but you could feel him reaching for the remote, his cock twitching inside you and making you both moan quietly before you laughed against his t-shirt, your hand coming to rest on his soft tummy that molded into yours. Frankie turned the volume of the TV down, the quiet buzz of commentators and whistles barely audible when he tossed the remote back onto the floor by the sofa.

His hands found their place on your back, steady and firm circles being rubbed over your shirt as he tucked the blanket around you once more.

You might not make it till the end of the game without this becoming something more, you doubted that either of you could last that long before his hand snuck between your bodies or your hips started to grind down into his even if you both flirted in and out of sleep in the meantime, but for now this was enough. 

It was more than enough as Frankie’s warm chest rose and fell evenly beneath your head and his heartbeat pulled you closer to sleep as his own eyes began to flutter closed, too.

//

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[olderthannetfic]

I don't know beans about traditional Chinese clothing and I'm not in any fandom where characters were hanfu, but I'm finding the conversation about it really interesting by analogy to something I am familiar with, Highland dress. I wear a kilt maybe about once a week, and the historical and cultural significance is important to me.

The full outfit one traditionally wears with a kilt has a gazillion pieces, and each pice has at least two names, was probably invented a few hundred years later than you think it was, and almost certainly is at the center of at least one political issue in the 18th or 19th century.

The thing you think of as a kilt is also called a small kilt, or a philabeg (a loan word from Gaelic, also spelled filibeg or phillibeg), and is technically half of the great kilt (aka philamor, also with spelling variations). It may or may not have been invented by an Englishman.

The Jacobite shirt is a recent invention. The wide belt with a huge buckle comes from military dress. Tartan is technically the name of the cloth, and a plaid is a sort of mini cloak you wear on your shoulder. Kilt pins only go through the top layer of fabric and don't pin the kilt together, and are a Victorian invention. Tartan patterns only gained close and official identities with specific clans or families or groups in the Victorian era. Some modern Tartans are under copyright and you need permission from the designer to weave or sell them, others are public domain and literally anyone can wear them, despite affiliation.

I could go on....

Or you can wear a kilt with stompy goth boots and a band tshirt, or with hiking boots and a polo shirt, that's fine too (and how I wear mine, more often than not).

It's not hard for me to see that hanfu is just as complex and has just as much historical and cultural significance as the traditional cultural clothing I'm more familiar with, and getting it wrong in a fic would look just as silly.

But you don't have to actually do this much research and know everything I know about Scottish history to write a character who wears a kilt, whether it's in a historical, present day, or fantasy setting.

You probably want to have an OK grasp of what Highland dress means to your character and why they wear it, and you want to acutally know what a kilt even is in the first place (it's a little more specific than just a skirt), but that's all you really need.

If a Chinese fanfic author wanted to write Outlander fic, and didn't want to do the in depth research to get the clothing terminology exactly right for the time period, that's fine. Just put the pleats in back and call it a kilt instead of a skirt and that's good enough.

-- Same anon who just sent the ask about Highland dress. I can see where the "it's not a robe" anons are coming from. To me, the word "robe" covers a huge variety of unrelated garments, including bathrobes and wizard robes and hanfu and kimono and togas and the sack-like things graduates wear and the things Medieval European kings wear. But if someone called a great kilt a robe, I think I'd have a fit. Yes, just like the other examples, it's a large flowing piece of cloth worn around the body in a certain style, but it's more specific than that. I most likely feel this way because I'm more familiar with great kilts than I am with the other examples. The others are all just different kinds of robes to me, but a great kilt is something specific that I know a lot about. If you described a great kilt to someone who didn't know anything about it as a type of robe, I would consider that accurate, but if you said of an Outlander character "he put on his robe", I would be like "excuse me???? that's a great kilt". That's probably how the "hanfu ≠ robe" anons are thinking.

For me, as a novelist, the calculation is simple:

When I'm writing in third person limited (as I usually do), how would the character be thinking about this clothing? That's what the argument boils down to.

On one side, we have "This word is more Chinese, so it feels more like it's honoring that these are Chinese canons".

On the other side, we have the equivalent of "Your Scottish guy from 1350 is not going around thinking 'He was clad in Scottish dress' about his bros who are just wearing normal clothing."

--

No one is confused about the two sides of the argument. They just disagree about whether 'hanfu' is anachronistic and exoticizing.

[bread--quest]

[ID: Digital art of the 13 Wyatt Masons from Blaseball in the outfits of the respective Doctors from Doctor Who. They are drawn in chibi form. They all have bright pink eyes. Wyatt Mason 1 (Jas) is a girl with dark brown skin and curly black hair in a high bun. She is wearing the First Doctor's outfit of a white shirt under a black coat, tartan pants, black shoes, and a deep blue tie. Wyatt 2 (Di) has pale skin and short, spiky black hair, and is wearing a black coat, a bowtie, a light blue button-up shirt, tartan pants, and black shoes. 3 (Trip) has pale skin and long, straight brown hair, and is wearing a white shirt, black coat and bowtie, brown pants and shoes, and a black cape with red lining. 4 (Ivy) has pale skin and short spiky brown hair in a ponytail, and is wearing a long brown coat over a plaid vest, red shirt, dark pants and shoes, and a long rainbow scarf. 5 (Vybie) has medium brown skin and short, spiky dark brown hair with blue, pink, and purple streaks, and is wearing a cream coat, white sweater, red striped pants, and a Panama hat. 6 (Vi) has pale skin and long straight brown hair with green streaks and purple flowers, and is wearing yellow pants, a red shirt, a blue tie, and a long coat with many different colors. 7 (Seven) has pale skin, short yellow hair in two ponytails, and four eyes, and is wearing plaid brown pants, a yellow sweater with red question marks, a beige coat, and a Panama hat. 8 (Wy8) is a robot with light brown skin and short, spiky black hair that covers their eyes, and is wearing a long brown coat over a brown vest and brown pants tucked into tall brown boots. 9 (Nines) has brown skin and long, curly brown hair dyed pink at the bottom, and is wearing a leather jacket over a dark blue shirt and pants. 10 (MaX) has pale skin and short brown hair in an undercut with a pink streak, and is wearing a brown pinstripe suit. 11 (Lev) has light brown skin and orange hair in short dreadlocs, and is wearing a brown jacket, gray button-up, blue pants, and a bowtie. 12 (Midnight) has pale skin and long, wavy dark brown hair, and is wearing a black coat, white button-up shirt, black pants, and black boots. 13 (Thirteen) has pale skin and short, spiky black hair, and is wearing a blue shirt with a rainbow stripe, blue pants with yellow suspenders, brown shoes, and a gray coat. End ID.]

all the hype on my dash about doctor who has got me thinking about my other favorite group of approximately thirteen guys who are all the same guy. doctor mason? wyatt who? mason....who... eh we'll workshop it

bonus drawing under the cut for those In The Know

[ID: A digital sketch. Wyatt Mason 19 (Sunny), drawn in yellow lines, looks up at two large pillars and says "pleeease?" with a pleading expression. One of the pillars has "sigh..." written on it in script. It then shows a police box, like the Tardis, drawn in gold lines, with "the vault" written in yellow where "police box" would normally be. Sunny, who has medium golden-brown skin, short brown hair with gold tips, and a small halo and angel wings, and is wearing overalls over a yellow shirt and bowtie, holds open one of the doors, beaming. End ID.]

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 43, 30 octobre 1897, Paris. No. 1. — Toilettes de jeunes femmes. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Robe en popeline beige. Jupe emboîtant bien les hanches et évasée du bas, garnie de deux biais d'écossais sur fond blanc à carreaux rouge pâle et vert pâle très fondus. Un froncé de dentelle blanche souligne les biais qu'attachent aux coutures de gros boutons carrés en forme de cabochons.

Le corsage blouson est à moitié recouvert de biais écossais diminuant de largeur et de longueur jusqu'à la taille. Froncé de dentelle. Même garniture aux manches. Ceinture de velours noir.

(1) Beige poplin dress. Skirt fitting the hips well and flared at the bottom, trimmed with two plaid bias strips on a white background with very blended pale red and pale green checks. A gather of white lace highlights the bias attached to the seams by large square cabochon-shaped buttons.

The blouson bodice is half covered with tartan bias decreasing in width and length to the waist. Gathered lace. Same trim on the sleeves. Black velvet belt.

Matériaux: 5 mètres de popeline en 60 centimètres; 1 m. 50 de lainage écossais.

—

(2) Robe en cachemire velouté vert pistache, genre princesse, boutonnée sur le côté, ouverte sur une chemisette de soie rouille. Le corsage a un seul revers à droite et une rangée de boutons à gauche. Aux manches, soufflet de soie rouille. Ceinture de velours pourpre avec nœud très enlevé.

(2) Pistachio green velvety cashmere dress, princess style, buttoned on the side, open over a rust silk shirt. The bodice has a single lapel on the right and a row of buttons on the left. On the sleeves, rust silk gusset. Purple velvet belt with very delicate bow.

Matériaux: 8 mètres de cachemire en 1 mètre; 50 centimètres de soie rouille.

[wolfsetfree-if]

Hello first of all, i wanted to express how amazing this IF is, i am super excited to meet the Pack, but i have a question regarding the RO's.

Since Indigo is a Crossdresser(love them btw.), how do they dress like? I mean does m!Indigo wear dresses or skirts etc. or do they wear leggings or blouses, since that would be more practical in terms of work etc. and vice versa of course?

and because we are talking about clothes, how do the other RO's dress?

(Hope i don't sound rude, but i am not the most knowledgeable in terms of crossdressing)

Hi, I'm so happy you are enjoying this game!

Regarding Indigo, M!Indigo does wear pants when they are more practical, for example they often do when they work. Even in those cases, though, the outfit will change a lot between M and F Indigo.

F Indigo would wear something like this:

While M Indigo prefers even at work to wear something comfortable but very feminine.

As for the other ROs

Bela has an... unique style. They often go for the most comfortable and homely clothes, often with patterns such as tartan, plaid or checked. They can sometimes match some unusual colors but they often end up looking pretty good and comfy.

Kesha is all for feeling comfy at home, with tight-fitting pants or leggins and a sweater or soft shirt, though they do like to dress elegantly with refined, tight-fitting clothes or dresses for special occasions.

[shoemakerobstetrician]

I’m thinking we see whoever ends up on team humanity in Season 3 wearing tartans/plaids this season. (if this really looks like something I’ll investigate the difference more closely)

So far I clock:

Muriel - her current heaven pleated skirt has insets of plaid behind the pleats

Saraqael - collar and cuffs

Maggie - plaid shirt episode 2

Nina -

Jim/Gabriel- blanket, robe ep 3

Beelzebub - ?

Aziraphale - obviously

Crowley - ? Maybe watch? Maybe resurrectionist outfit?

Shax - shirt as bearded man end episode 3

Edinburgh - the mountains

I’m going to keep looking as I rewatch and update. I’ll look when I rewatch S1 too.

[gobs-o-dice]

Dice Set #43: Red, Blue, Green Mixed Cosmic Set

Bonus Picture:

One of my favourite shirts has pretty much the same colour palette as this set. Not so much pattern-wise, but if I could get ahold of plaid/tartan dice of any sort I absolutely would.