#they dont even look like 80's shoulder pads

[juzoai]

Trying to sketch glamrock bonnie but like wtf are those shoulder pads man... hes so goofy

[freebooter4ever]

Do you have any favorite vintage jersey designs?

Oh this is a good question!! I've been obsessed with 1920's style since I was a kid and the hockey jerseys are no exception. But specifically I like the era when the college sweaters were basically just a lettermans sweater with a few extra details. Tragically the pittsburgh hockey team during this time did not do this

Severely unfortunate color choice. I also really like the new york 30s era jerseys with that classic diagonal lettering:

And a bonus shoutout to the years where for some bizarre reason stripes were in style:

Would i say no to seeing geno and sid playing in booty shorts and skintight striped tights? Speaking of if i could i would go back in time and tell my 2008 self like, look, i know you are a sophmore in college and broke but bus down to the hockey rink and buy this jersey your future self will thank you:

I like the historically inspired style and it also would match my eyes.

BUT if i was picking for sheer style factor, i would have to say the 70/80s were the coolest looking jerseys

The fabric was less stiff and hung on the player's bodies in a more flattering, interesting way. The triangle V of the collar emphasized the shoulder padding. And you can just see how much better the jersey cloth is when the players aren't wearing any padding underneath and it still looks good on them:

Present day jerseys make the players look soooooo goofy if they dont have any padding, its ridiculous. Like even with all his gear on, geno is looking hot but the jersey isnt doing him any favors:

What is that wonky V? Where are my clean lines and silhouettes??? I'm totally not biased in this because present day jerseys are also a pain in the ass to sculpt. Or that like showing up to the rink in your favorite players jersey in 2023 you look like a formless blob, its impossible to style so you might as well give up. Versus there is a vintage shop down in the orange circle that sells a bunch of old jerseys and i tried on a nyc one from the 80s and it was just like WOW i CAN look good in a jersey???? Im totally not bitter.

[ill-skillsgard]

Omg, I love your Axel! Can you continue the last one..? Maybe she and her friends decides to mess with him just because he is such a prick. Thank you ☺️

You decide to have a get together of your own the weekend after you had complained to the weird neighbor about all the noise. It never sat right with you, the way he had eyed you up like you were a piece of meat that he wanted to carve a slice out of. You couldn’t get the memory of those strange eyes out of your head.

Alas, no matter how many of your friends came over, you would never match the rambunctiousness that had pounded through the walls from the neighboring apartment. Your party consisted of wine, food and games. Not hard liquor, yelling and screaming metal music. Your friends were respectful and nobody came to your door to complain about the noise.

The next day you were on the elevator and a hand stopped the door from sliding shut. Attached to the hand was a long, tattooed arm and then a torso and other lanky limbs. A lax face with dark circles under the eyes lit up when he realized it was you.

“Oh, hello little bunny.”

“Bunny?” You scoffed.

“I decided your name was bunny, because of your slippers and you didn’t give me your name.”

“Nor will I,” you decided that you didn’t like this man even though you had been giving thought to the suggestive things he had said to you last week.

“You didn’t invite me to your party last night,” he pressed on as if he didn’t hear you snub him.

The elevator door slid shut and you both went to press the button to your floor. He smirked and jabbed the button with his thumb.

“I don’t know you. Why would I invite you over?”

“Still not down to have a sleepover with me, huh?”

“You better stop or else I’m going to... This is harassment.”

“I’m Axel, by the way.”

“Good to know,” you pressed yourself into the corner of the elevator away from him.

Never had the ride up to your floor seemed so long. You both stood in silence until the elevator shuddered to a stop and opened with a ding. You rushed out and made your way down the hall, grievously aware that his footsteps were right behind you. His legs were incredibly long and he could keep up with you without much effort.

You fumbled with your keys to open the lock but a breath of wind tickled the back of your neck. Stunned, you realized that he was standing right behind you. With a glance to the side, you caught a whiff of him—deodorant and motor oil mixed with cigarettes.

“May I fucking help you?” You seethed, turning around to catch him grinning.

“There are lots of things you could help me with, bunny.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Tell me your name then.”

“Why? You’re just going to continue bugging me whether I do or not.”

“Smart girl.”

“What do you want?” You attempted to square your shoulders, showing him he didn’t intimidate you even though your pulse was throbbing in your neck.

“I want to know if we’re gonna fuck.”

“Are you crazy?” you scoffed.

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

You stammered and felt your tongue begin to dry up. There was no preparing for the response he gave to you.

“Think about it honey bunny. If you want to have that slumber party tonight, I’ll leave my apartment door unlocked. Nobody but me will be home, I promise. You can come find me and hop on my di—”

“—Wow! You are totally insane! Get away from me!”

“That may be so but... I can tell when someone is making sex eyes at me. So... The offer still stands. The door will be open for you, little bunny, if you want it. You know where to find me."

Axel took two long strides back, easing up on you, giving you one last devious smile before turning to his door. He twisted the door handle and pushed the door open. "See? Always open. You just remember that."

He entered his apartment and left you mentally reeling in the hallway. When his door shut you turned back to your own and opened it as quickly as you could. Once you were inside your own apartment, you locked the door, dropped your bag on the table and went to your room to pace and attempt to metabolize what had just happened. The look he gave you rang in your head like church bells and you swore the smell of him had clung to your clothes.

Not even a hot shower could rid you of the dirty feeling crawling up your back, spilling down your arms and chest, running down your stomach to your inner thighs. The vision of his naked body sprawled on a filthy mattress played automatically in your mind's eyes and there was nothing you could do about it. You thought about what he would look like, what he would say to you if you stepped into his room and saw him there ready for you. What other manner of vulgar tattoos decorated his body? What would he say to you in the event you refused his offer and ran into him afterward?

You had dinner with your roommate and watched a movie until the sun went down. It was 9 PM and your eyes had stayed glued on the TV screen but your mind had registered nothing about what you were watching. The thought of your neighbor had nested inside your brain and hatched all kinds of profane scenarios that had you clenching your legs together and subconsciously biting your lip. Your roommate left for bed after the movie credits rolled and you remained on the couch staring at the carpet, wondering to yourself if you were really going to do what you feared would happen eventually anyway.

Every defensive instinct you had screamed for you not to leave the apartment, begged you not to pad toward his front door, nagged at you and called you an idiot when you reached out and twisted the door handle.

His apartment was much too quiet. There wasn't even a gentle din of music, only the smell of weed. It wasn't too late to turn around and flee, you thought to yourself. But a hunger guided your step and you looked around the apartment. The couch against the wall, 80's metal band posters adorning the walls, a messy kitchen and the glass doors leading out to the balcony were all oddly still and unfamiliar. Off to the right was the hallway that led down to the bedrooms and the bathroom. You started down it and saw one of the doors open a crack. The scent of pot was coming from that crack and you gave the door a little push.

Axel was laying on his bed with a book hovering above his face. He only had on a pair of purple boxer briefs and your eyes were immediately anchored to them. The groan of the door hinges caught his attention and he smiled before he even set the book down to look at you.

"I knew you'd come, little bunny," he said with confidence.

"I didn't," you murmured.

"Yes, you did. You know what you want and what you want... Is me."

He folded the corner of the page he was on and set his book on a small table beside the bed. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up and beckoned you over. Like a charmed snaked, you obeyed and went to him, stopping right in front of him so he could look up at you.

"Take your clothes off?" He suggested.

Again, you listened to him. There was no argument and by the time you had peeled your shirt off, he was already hard beneath his boxers. With a lick of his lips, he let his palm run over his swelling shaft.

"That's right, bunny. Get naked for me."

Axel leaned over and opened the drawer of his bedside table and retrieved a square packet, tore it open with his right incisor and spit the plastic out onto the floor. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pulled his underwear down, revealing a substantial erection that made your eyes glisten.

"Don't look so frightened, bunny."

"Sorry," you whispered.

"Don't apologize either. C'mere, baby. I know you've been thinking about me... Thinking about my cock. Wanting to get fuckin��... Split. Open."

Axel leaned back and gripped your hips after he rolled the condom onto himself. When you slid down onto him he circled your waist with his arms and moaned happily from the penetration.

"Oh fuck, bunny. I knew you'd be tight but not this fucking tight. You're not a virgin are you?"

"No," you breathed, feeling the delicious stretch of being full turn your body on like a light.

"Okay... Good. Just snug, huh? How's that feel, then? Just couldn't resist coming over for our little sleepover, could you?"

"No, sir," you groaned as you hopped up and down on his lap.

"Sir? Oh... I like that, bunny. I really like that."

His arms tightened around you, helping you lift and drop back down until he was chewing his bottom lip and unable to open his eyes more than a slit.

"Fuck, honey. You're gonna have me coming soon," he warned.

Axel grabbed your chin and kissed you roughly. The stubble on his face scratched your skin but the taste of his mouth and the luscious dance of your tongues made the entire sloppiness of it endearing.

"Bunny, I'm gonna come. Keep doing that. Keep riding me, sweetheart. Don't stop."

You had no intentions of stopping or slowing down and when he clamped himself around you and thrust up as hard as he could, you smiled. The smirk was quickly wiped off your face though as he tossed you onto your back, pulled the wet condom off his cock and tossed it in the trash.

"Now I have a question for you," he said.

"Yes?"

"Do you like having your pussy licked? Or do you love having your pussy licked?"