#also those are definitely women’s pyjama bottoms
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hi! I loved the last headcanons I requested so I'm sending more, hope u don't mind and sorry if this is late and if it is not Friday for u anymore. ☾, ■ and ♡ for Morvran (coz the one u wrote is the most amazing thing) and ✿ for Ves. Thank you so much and btw I abolutely love your witcher memes
you sent this 6 november. it is currently 12 december (by time i finished it its 11 january on my god) i am so fucking sorry but here you go! also the ves one.. yes.
☾ - sleep headcanon
■ - bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
♡ - romantic headcanon
✿ - sex headcanon
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sleep headcanon
morvran is generally a pretty light sleeper, to the point where someone walking loudly outside will wake him up
so, he takes it upon himself to be properly tired before he goes to bed so he'll sleep through the night
this is usually accomplished by riding (a horse or a diplomat? who's to say)
good god it's the third bullet point how did i already make this sexual
alright...
he totally gives me monogrammed matching pyjama set vibes
like they're a mahogany coloured silk with a little MV embroidered in cursive
ciri loves making fun of them
but he's comfy DAMNIT
he sleepwalks... and didn't think it worth mentioning until emhyr hired a witcher to deal with the palaces supposed wraith problem...and of course he didn't want the city of golden towers to have a reputation as a hotbed for monsters.... but he eventually decided he liked his status as the local ghost
he keeps a dream diary.
like most of these hcs are based on tiny details in some obscure translation, but trust me bro morvran voorhis keeps a dream diary
he plays the dapper dude game, but with enough sambuca he will absolutely tell you why journaling your dreams is the most important thing you can do
he wears slippers. i know this for a fact. they match his pyjamas and he leaves them right next to his bed every night
of course, this started with morvran's father making sure he was always prepared for a quick getaway
even after the assassination he just couldn't shake the habit. he also always stays on the ground or first floor and won't fall asleep in a room unless the windows open from the inside. precautions, you know?
great now i'm sad
bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
okay here's the thing you need to understand about morvran voorhis: he did not have any autonomy for the first 20 odd years of his life
growing up in the imperial palace doesn't leave a lot of room for individuality. sure, he had expensive toys, soft fabrics, and the nicest governesses and most intelligent tutors in the empire, but none of it was his
even after his father died, he couldn't leave because he was getting married off to some girl he'd never even met!
so, by time he had command of the alba division and, by extension, his own life, he got creative
i'm talking a tapestry of his favoured stallion that takes up an entire wall
and a custom plaque of the merchant's guild insignia on the mantle
and a hook right next to his bed to put his medallion
and his own gwent card, framed
and a map of nilfgaard he annotates himself, with markings such as "bastard who stole fire scorpion, cheats with scoia'tael deck", "pretty girl witcher", "annoying witcher", "guild army contact", "actual 25 centimetres, take portal or carriage"
and a desk he never actually uses because it's too orderly and looks too nice to mess up
should all those mismatched patriotic and egotistical things look good together? no, no they should not. but do they?? fuck to the yes! our mans knows the importance of a colour scheme!
when you first walk in his quarters, it looks kind of like most of the others in alba, except with a few extra empty coffee mugs
but he HAS THOSE MOTHERFUCKING DETAILS
i don't know why i'm so invested in this i just fucking KNOW it's true
he's a neat freak. i feel like we all knew this.
there's a designated spot for everything, and don't you dare mess up the system
also if you drip water on his rug he will 100% throw your ass out onto the street
romantic headcanon
now, i'm almost exclusively romantically attracted to women, but i would marry voorhis and not just for the money
he definitely has a huge romantic streak that he really loves indulging. buying flowers, writing love letters, all of that, he genuinely enjoys it
yes, he's a busy man, but he makes the little moments count! he definitely bugs assire for a new xenovox like every week because he breaks them so often
morvran voorhis is a massive flirt. i will not be taking questions
i told myself i wouldn't work in my voorhis used to be a sex worker hc in this, but you know what he did and that's important to him!
the flirting is definitely an issue in relationships, especially with people who didn't know him before he was a commander.
i'm not saying he's two faced, he just has very distinct business and pleasure personas that he doesn't want to mix
he also sees relationships as fairly contractual. he gave those diplomats a little of ~this~ because it helped him succeed. somewhere along the way he began to enjoy the feelings of courting someone, but it was largely because he knows you're always better at work you enjoy.
ciri has called him out on it a few times... he was not happy
how dare you ask this man to be vulnerable he is a BOTTOM
but i honestly think that if there is someone he wants, he will make himself worthy of them. voorhis is nothing if not confident and determined, and i think those are more powerful than the massive daddy issues and praise kink
he really just puts in effort and concern to all aspects of a relationship
like dates? unreal
he always starts by going to the vegelbud estate, partly because he is desperate for his peers' approval and partly because he wants to see if this lucky person is a good match
he also knows all the places around the estate where wildflowers grow. i told you he's a romantic.
sex headcanon
i'm about to be incredibly gay on main oh good god jimmy don't read this please
ves is a dom and a top. acceptable titles include Sir, Master, or Lieutenant and you better fucking use them
ves definitely gets around. i mean, just look at her. the energy is immaculate and she knows what she's doing
overstim. just... one is not enough. shaking is not enough. begging is not enough. being completely fucked out and not even able to manage any words while sobbing? that might do. (with consent!)
not that ves doesn't love to hear some begging, she definitely does. it's just not going to motivate or demotivate her to do anything, she already has it all planned out
that plan includes hearing someone beg for her strap even as she's deep enough inside them they can feel it in their belly
good god i'm really exposing all my kinks
anyways let's keep it going!
she's an amazing rigger
not just in technique, she knows exactly when to be gentle versus firm and create art out of a body and some ropes
ves bites
just grabbing a handful of hair and tilting their head back so she can leave marks on their throat... mmhm yeah
i think she fucked geralt
like yeah you can have her fuck geralt in assassins of kings but i think she just did it anyway cause she was bored and smelled a bottom
he had a very good time
ves was eh
geralt's just far more submissive than ves's usual partners. i mean, she's used to handling 5 temerian guerillas. a singular witcher isn't even a challenge
surprisingly, she's quiet. spending 80% of her day within earshot of her father figure made this more of a necessity, but she can fashion an excellent gag for any parties who aren't worried about all of temeria hear them
#the witcher#wild hunt#tw3#assassins of kings#tw2#ves#geralt of rivia#cirilla fiona elen riannon#morvran voorhis#the witcher headcanons#witcher headcanons#the witcher hc#mine#voorhis tag#ves tag#malamodravila#hc tag#haven't got a fucking queue
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Just a little something that fell out of my head after a throw away comment in my description of Selene to @ak47stylegirl. Enjoy!
"Scott's lost his favourite hoodie," Virgil informed him, rather randomly John though, but who was he to argue the small talk his brother deemed necessary? Virgil stared at him, apparently waiting for a response.
"How? He never wears it off base? It's got to be here somewhere."
"Oh, he knows exactly where it is."
"Then I'm confused, how is it lost? The definition of lost is that you are unaware of its location." How long had he been up there that lost now had a different meaning? Was it one of those times where the youth of today - God he suddenly felt extremely old at only twenty-five - took a word and changed the meaning without informing those who still used a dictionary?
"Your girl took a liking to it."
"Oh, I see." Ahh, now that made total sense.
"Yup"
"He's never getting that back, it's gone forever, lost in the same void that consumed three of my T-shirts, one formal shirt, five pairs of socks, two hoodies and a pair of pyjama bottoms."
"Sucks to be you, bro."
"It's a small price to pay. Also, she has one of your lumberjack things," he waved vaguely in Virgil's direction, gesturing to the ever present plaid.
"She does, which one?" Virgil groaned, please don't let it be a favourite. No one else might be able to tell which shirt was which, but he knew, dammit, he knew.
"That purple and blue one that Grandma got you three Christmases ago."
"Oh, that's OK then, I never wear that one, it's a bit too girly."
"That's what Sel said, apparently she was helping you by liberating it."
"Your girl has a very unique idea of what is helpful."
John just nodded, well aware of that fact.
"This means war, Tracy!" Selene's voice echoed through the villa.
"What did you do this time?" Virgil asked him.
"It could be any number of things, my transgressions are apparently many and varied, although I'm hardly ever aware of them myself," John shrugged, not looking the least bit concerned.
Scott strutted into the lounge, now wearing said hoodie along with a smug smile.
John exchanged a look with Virgil, who shrugged, he didn't know how that had happened either but it looked like John wasn't to blame for his girl's current mood.
Peace descended over the lounge as Scott settled at their dad's desk, bringing up the holoscreen to check the news.
John sighed, feeling that he needed to warn his big brother.
"Scott?"
"Hmm?" Scott didn't look up.
"I feel I would be neglectful in my duty if I didn't warn you to watch your back. I don't know what you've done to piss off my witch but her retaliation is likely to be imminent."
"I'm very aware of that fact, but it's a matter of principle."
John sighed, if principles were involved then this was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better. He waited a whole two minutes before he, very subtly he thought, tossed his magazine on the coffee table and stood up, stretching casually.
"I'm gonna head up to the office, call me if you need anything."
"Smooth, bro," Virgil laughed as John made a quick exit.
Selene wasn't far behind, turning up in the lounge about five minutes after John had left.
She scowled at Scott, who gave her a little sarcastic wave. The look she shot him spoke volumes, just you wait, this isn't over.
***
"Oh for fucks sake!" Scott swore as he scrolled his holobook newsfeed.
"What's up?" Gordon asked, surprised to hear his big brother swearing for no good reason.
Scott turned his phone to show him the screen. Gordon looked but didn't see what the big deal was, it was just Selene, at a cafe with a couple of friends.
"She was tagged into it by someone," Scott grumbled.
"Was she not supposed to be there?" Gordon hedged.
"I don't care about where she is, it's about what she's wearing!"
Gordon got up and walked over to take a closer look, then started to laugh.
"She got yours too, huh?"
" You mean she's raided your wardrobe too?"
Gordon nodded. "Months ago, she took that WASP hoodie I got back in my training days."
"Why is she obsessed with our clothes? Shouldn't she just steal John's? Isn't that how it's supposed to work, not spill over to the whole family?"
Gordon shrugged. "She brings them back eventually, she's taken mine three times, she calls it extended borrowing."
Scott groaned, having visions of never getting it back. He didn't have that many, living on a tropical island they didn't really stray into cool weather wardrobes that often, but that really had been his favourite. He'd bought it on a trip to Paris back in his Air Force days. Dark blue with grey panels on the sleeves, his two favourite colours, it was just right. Not too thick but also not too thin, just large enough to fit in comfortably but not so large that you couldn't tell that he was in pretty good shape underneath the material. It was soft, the softest he'd ever felt, not that he'd admit to preferring soft materials against his skin… the hood was just right, not too large that it obscured his vision while wearing it and but not too small that he felt like his head was being pulled backwards. In short, it was perfect. And that witch had stolen it.
"Does she not have her own clothes?"
"She does, but she often forgets to bring them and since it's generally pretty chilly in England she borrows them when she heads home."
"But why ours? Why not just John's? Since when were we all fair game?"
Gordon flopped back down on the couch. "She just likes our stuff."
"I should have known you'd take her side, so much for sibling loyalty."
Gordon grinned, unrepentant. "She makes me my favourite sandwich, you make me edible food and you'll get my loyalty too."
***
Selene hadn't meant to stay out so late, but as her favourite saying went, shit happens. One afternoon coffee had turned into two, which had led onto drinks as the evening had worn on. Two drinks had become three and two burgers on the way home, one of which she had sent up to Five courtesy of EOS.
She didn't wake up too bright or breezy, she would rise but she refused to shine, and was still feeling a little fuzzy headed, which probably explained why she didn't notice until an hour after she had woken up.
She could have sworn she had tossed that hoodie on the sofa when she'd gotten home, but it had most definitely vanished. She told herself she was just being silly, but the distinct lack of orange juice in her fridge and the bites taken out of every muffin was a dead give away.
***
"Scott, are you aware that you have makeup on your collar?" Kayo asked.
Scott just grunted, rubbing at the offending foundation stains, the scent of lilac floating up from the garment every time he moved.
"Is there something we should know?"
"Nope."
Kayo looked at Virgil who just grinned.
***
Selene accepted the latte from Alan with a smile of thanks, not moving from her spot on the couch, a bag of rune stones on her lap. She'd been gone for two days and, as was her custom now, had appeared without any warning half an hour before. Scott had no idea what was going on with the women of the house and why they felt the need to just magic themselves into being whenever the mood took them, but he was used to it now. Kayo had always been the same, you could enter a room and not know she was there for ten minutes before you spotted her lounging in a corner.
Selene was less the silent ninja type and more the burst into a room singing, announcing her presence with a loud "didya miss me?" making them all jump.
Alan gave Kayo her green tea and placed Scott's to-go cup of black coffee on the desk in front of him. Scott only drank from insulated cups because he was forever forgetting about his drink and going back to it once it was stone cold.
Alan settled down beside Selene, helping himself to a couple of her runes from the bag, studying them for a second and then handing them to her for interpretation.
"Ansuz, Odin's rune. Odin is the all father, the patriarch of the norse Pantheon, father to Thor, Loki, Balder and Hel. One of the lessons of this rune states that you should find your ears before you find your words."
Scott snorted at that and picked up his cup to take a sip.
"This stone symbolises authority, communication and-"
"Shit!"
All three of them span round to look at Scott, who was wiping coffee off his chin and glaring as it dripped down onto his hoodie.
"Damn, I'm sorry, was the lid not on properly? I'm so sorry, Scott."
"You'd better get that in the wash before the stain sets," Kayo advised. Alan and Scott both stared at her in disbelief. "What? I can't know about laundry?"
Scott growled in frustration, peeling off his hoodie as he headed to the laundry room.
The second he was out of sight Selene high five Alan and dug in her bag, pulling out two massive bars of chocolate she gave him one and tossed the over to Kayo, who caught it neatly.
"Nice doing business with you," Kayo grinned, breaking open the bar.
Selene opened her mouth to reply but heard Scott's footsteps coming down the hall and shut up.
***
"Where the fuck has it gone now?" Scott searched through the dryer for the third time but no, it really had vanished.
"Selene!"
Stomping down to the hangers he checked if her car was in her spot. Yep, there it was, which meant she had to be on the Island somewhere.
No answer. He tried again, louder this time.
"SELENE?"
Nothing.
***
John floated peacefully on his back, one hand behind his head the other tangled in her hair as he toyed with the soft strands.
"He's going to figure out you're up here sooner or later."
Selene lifted her head from where it rested on his stomach to glance at the silent comm line.
"Yeah, probably, " she lowered her head again, sighing contentedly.
As if summoned by their words Scott's hologram flared into life, appearing in front of them, shattering the peace.
"Bring it back, right now."
"Bring what back?" Selene blinked innocently.
"You know what. Bring it back or I'm coming up there after it."
"I don't think so."
"EOS, lower the space elevator."
John glanced up as EOS's mechanical eye moved closer.
"I'm sorry, Scott, but the elevator is currently undergoing it's twice monthly cleaning of the filtration system, which takes two hours to complete."
Scott's eyebrow rose, clearly not believing her.
"Fine, I'll take Three."
"Alan is currently on the other side of Jupiter picking up that stranded salvage crew," John reminded him.
Scott huffed impatiently. "Selene, you have two hours to get back down here with my hoodie or there will be retaliation."
"I know not of which you speak."
"You're wearing it right now!"
"I am?" she glanced down at the hoodie she was currently snuggled in. "This old thing? Surely you don't want this? It's a little small for you now, don't you think? You've gotten a little wider around the midsection lately…"
"OK, you've asked for it!" Scott clicked off the call, his hologram vanishing.
"You're pure evil," John grinned, his fingers lightly caressing the back of her neck. "I do wish you wouldn't encourage my AI to lie though, that's not good for her."
"I'm shocked and appalled that you think I'd make my darling daughter lie!"
"How is it that she's only your darling daughter when she's listening to you, when she's not she's mine?"
"Because that's the way it works, same as Armie is Virgil's whenever he pukes on the floor," she wrapped her arm around his middle, cuddling closer. "Anyway, she wasn't lying, the elevator is undergoing it's filter cleaning, it just so happens that she started it as soon as I docked."
John reached out to the wall of the comms sphere, touching one of the panels, bringing up the log.
"Which was one hour and forty-eight minutes ago."
"Yep, so technically she was telling the truth, she said it was cleaning and it takes two hours, she didn't say there was two hours left."
"So you're encouraging her to be sneaky?"
Selene gave him a look. "Like she needs any encouragement."
"True."
"But I did bribe her too."
"How? What with?"
"My granddad's old dvd collection of documentaries that aren't online yet."
"You're such a good mom."
"Don't tell anyone, especially not Grandma," she warned, lifting her head for a kiss.
Beep!
Scott's hologram popped back up. She glanced over John's shoulder, her mouth dropping open in shock.
***
"Scott Tracy! Get your arse here right now!" Selene jumped out of the elevator and raced up to the main house.
"I swear by Hades if you've stretched that out with your big, fat man chest, I will kill you!"
"Fat man chest?" Kayo looked at Virgil, who shrugged in response, he'd given up trying to figure out what was going on days ago.
Selene skidded into the kitchen. "Where is he? Where the fuck is your dickhead brother?"
"Lounge I think. Why, what's he done now?"
"You haven't seen him in the last half hour?"
"No, I've not seen him since breakfast, I was working on Two."
"Urghhhh, you're about to be down one brother," she turned and stomped her way up the stairs, Kayo and Virgil hurrying to catch up.
Scott heard her coming and assumed a casual pose.
"Oh my gods! What's wrong with you?"
She slapped her hands over her eyes, trying so hard not to laugh.
"My eyes!" Virgil wailed, doubling over, a gagging noise escaping.
"Kinky, I like it," Kayo commented.
Scott lifted one hand in triumph, gesturing to his chest, a chest that he has somehow managed to squeeze into her favourite corset, although the laces were stretched to breaking point and they could all see his nipples and the dark sprinkling of hair that peppered his pecs.
"You're such a child!"
"Say's the woman who stole my clothes first!"
"Say's the man who broke into my apartment to steal it back and took a bite out of all my muffins!"
"Say's the woman who left the planet with my hoodie!"
"Your nipples are looking at me funny!"
"That's because this corset is making them itch!"
She couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
"You're such a twat! You realise you're wearing that backwards?"
"And you're a sneaky bitch," he laughed. "And yes, I'm aware, but it was the only way I could get it on."
"Truce?" She took off the hoodie and offered it to him.
"Truce," he took the hoodie and turned around so she could unhook the corset, sighing in relief as it loosened , allowing him to take a deep breath, his lungs finally expanding to their full capacity.
"I fucking adore you, you idiot," she laughed, hugging him from behind.
"Yeah, I love you too."
"What the fuck just happened here?" Kayo demanded to know. "You just gave in, just like that? Sel, you disappoint me, I expected better from you."
"He was holding my corset to ransom, what was I supposed to do?"
"Hold him down, cut him out of it and smack him around the head."
"So violent! He's my best friend, you don't beat up your friends!"
"I do."
"But you're special," Selene fluttered her eyelashes at Kayo, who simply shook her head and walked away muttering something about living with lunatics.
***
"Erm, John?"
"Yes, Alan? What's up?"
"You might want to come down here…"
"Did they kill each other yet?"
"Not quite, but they are both out by the pool, listening to some really old music, something about the dark side of the moon and they have definitely been smoking something."
John sighed, casting his eyes up through the clear ceiling of the gravity ring as if praying for divine help.
"I'll be right down."
Less than ten minutes later and John was standing over two of the most important people in his life and wondering just what the hell he'd done to deserve them.
His girl was stretched out on a sun lounger, fast asleep, Scotts hoodie over her like a blanket. His bare chested brother was on another next to her, a phone between them on the floor- purple so it had to be Selene's - was softly playing Pink Floyd, clouds of fragrant smoke wafting around his head
Scott looked up as the sound of approaching footsteps. John sat down on the edge of another lounger, shaking his head when Scott offered him the hand rolled.
"You know it hasn't been illegal for twenty-five years, you don't have to look so disapproving, you know it's safe now all the dangerous strains have been eradicated. This is the one that Dr Favaro recommended to Gordon when he had his crash and my back has been hurting the last few days. Come on, live a little, no hangover…" he wiggled it in invitation.
Rolling his eyes John accepted the rollie and swung his legs up to recline fully on the lounger.
"We haven't done this in years," he inhaled deeply, coughed briefly then passed it back.
"Not since you graduated and we started with IR full time, Dad would never allow it and I guess since he's been gone we've all just continued to live the way he'd want us to."
John nodded, reaching over for the hand rolled. "If Selene's done anything she's encouraged us both to let go of our rigid control a bit."
"That she has."
They were both silent for a few minutes apart from Scott quietly humming along to the music.
"This is going to sound bad…" Scott began, not looking at him.
John waited patiently for his brother to continue.
"You know I want Dad back so much." It wasn't a question, it was a statement and John nodded.
"Of course I do, I never doubted that."
"But I don't want things to go back to the way they were before, we've all grown up, we've become our own people and we're used to making our own decisions. I don't want to have to go back to hiding in my room to drink a beer or not be able to enjoy a smoke after a long and painful day. Does that make sense?"
To say John was surprised that his usually private brother had decided to open up to him was an understatement, but he didn't let that show.
"I don't want that either. I guess we'll just have to take things one day at a time and work it out as we go," he took another toke and suddenly laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just imagining Selene bulldozing Dad like she does us."
Scott's deep chuckled turned into a full out belly laugh as he pictured it.
"Well one thing's for sure, with her here there's no way things can go back to how they were before, she won't let it. And I don't even think Dad could argue with her when she's got her mind made up about something."
"He's either going to hate her or absolutely adore her," John handed the last inch back to Scott.
Scott smiled fondly at the sleeping witch. "He'll love her as much as we do, he won't be able to help it."
"I should get her to bed, it's getting chilly," John stood up and crossed over to his girl. Carefully he worked his arms under her and lifted her slowly.
"You want this back?" he nodded to Scott's hoodie.
"No, I don't mind her borrowing it, she does it all the time."
One sleek eyebrow lifted. "Then why make such a fuss over it?"
Scott stubbed out the end and laid back down, arms behind his head. "Because it was fun, she's my best friend, it's what we do. Don't you remember last week when I used her fancy hair conditioner? She yelled for an hour then I came back from that rescue in Peru and she'd put a brand new bottle in my bathroom cupboard."
"You're both idiots."
"But you love us."
"Yeah, I do." John paused for a second, trying to remember when he'd last told any of his brothers that he loved them. Months maybe, possibly even a year or more? He couldn't actually remember. He just never felt the need to say it, he showed it in so many ways, they all did. But maybe it was time to start reminding them. He hugged her closer to his chest, giving her a little squeeze, smiling when she grumbled in her sleep and batted at his shoulder.
"She told me earlier that she steals our stuff depending on who's energy she needs that day. If she's in a fun mood she'll steal Gordon's or Alan's, if she needs to relax she'll wear something of Virgil's."
"I did not know that," John glanced down at her face, relaxed in sleep. "What does she need you for?"
"Strength."
John nodded, not knowing what else to say. Finally he settled for not saying anything at all.
"You coming in too?" he asked Scott.
"Not just yet, it's nice out here."
"OK, goodnight."
"Goodnight, John."
John paused as he neared the door and turned back. "Scott?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
Scott didn't turn to look at him but his voice was his usual strong and sure tone.
"I love you too."
#scott tracy#john tracy#alan tracy#gordon tracy#virgil tracy#kayo kyrano#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds are go#Hoodie wars
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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 4
4. break up with your girlfriend ‘cos i’m bored
Chapter Summary: settling into a new apartment and a new routine and frank’s got a new girlfriend and an old habit that gets objectively worse in a new situation.
Warnings: renamed; formerly Platinum. Vaguely NSFW, maybe a bit rambly as it was written at 3am
ragtag bunch of misfits: @starlalove @inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies @missqueeniewrites @calspixie @aryssav @catsoo12
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For a month, actually two and a half, everything's fine, everything's great, everything stagnates between them; yeah they get each other off more often than people who consider each other Just Friends technically should but it's not something either of them feels the need to dwell on.
Lola, true to her word, got a job; she's a maid at a shitty little motel that doesn't ask too many questions and pays her in cash. Between the band's earnings and Lola's crappy income, she and Frank are only sleeping in the back of the van for two months before they've managed to rent what is quite possibly the shittiest apartment in LA, and they're ecstatic about it.
The singer is gracious enough to lend them the mattress from the back of the van, which they put on the floor in the bedroom of their new place. For the first few weeks, there's milk crates rather than a coffee table, and plastic folding chairs in lieu of a sofa, and a friend of a friend of a friend gives them a bar fridge at a good price when they can't afford a full fridge. Their closet consists of a pile of clothes in the corner of the bedroom and arguments over who's black jeans are who's, and hey, they even had a jukebox and speakers; granted the lid for the jukebox was smashed and it needed a new needle, and the speakers were found a few weeks later and needed a bit of rewiring, but it's home.
And it's perfect.
It takes some getting used to, because yeah they don't technically have to pay for gas or water or power; they're in an apartment block, but rent alone eats up most of their 'budget', as if they know what that is, and there's definitely nights where there's nothing but stale beer in the fridge and tensions are high. The kitchen staff at Lola's work take a liking to her, take pity on her and feed her when they can, for which she is grateful, and they both drink for free at the bar a few blocks away, as long as Frank's band keeps playing there. They make it work.
Lola's learned to enjoy her own company, spending her days off alone in the apartment while Frank goes to band practice, learned to spend nights alone when he's off with - well he won't call her his girlfriend, but it certainly seems like it; Annie, she likes that he's in a band, and apparently she likes his music. Lola has a sneaking suspicion that he just likes her because she puts out. Annie doesn't like that he lives with Lola, though this amuses Lola more than anything else. And honestly, yeah, Annie has every reason to not like Lola, especially since, while things haven't exactly gone further between Frank and Lola, they also haven't slowed down.
Band practice ended early this Sunday, and when Frank gets back to the flat, Lola's passed out on the mattress, basking in a mid-afternoon nap, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of panties, her usual pyjama attire, her skin golden in the sunlight; it's been a long week for both of them, they'd dragged a sofa from the curb up to their apartment only half an hour before Lola had to be at work yesterday, he won't begrudge her a rest. In fact, he kicks off his shoes and finds himself flopping down beside her.
"Practice good?" So it turns out she's not as passed out as he thought, and she rolls over to give him a sleepy smile. He shrugs noncommittally, and that's when Lola shifts to rest her head on his chest, "not great?" Though her voice is innocent, she's already ghosting her fingers lazily across his stomach, teasing the sliver of exposed skin where his shirt had lifted.
"We're gonna start recording some stuff soon, but, I don't know," he played along, as if trying to ignore her fingers dancing every closer to the waistband of his jeans. "I'm staying at Annie's tonight." Her hand stills where it's come to rest by his belt buckle.
"So?"
"So, you gonna promise to not leave any marks?" He snickered, and Lola's fingers began to unclasp his belt.
"You like my hickeys," she says breezily, though his hand grabs hers, and in a flurry of movement, Lola finds herself on her back, the hand pinned to the shitty mattress, Frank sitting on her bare thighs; he was smirking and didn't seem like he was going to move anytime soon, "gimme a break," she huffed, and her next words come out as more of a whine than she intends them to, "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." It borders on needy, and when she wiggles a little, as if to add emphasis, Frank's mouth goes dry.
"You saw me yesterday," he raised an eyebrow and Lola wrinkles her nose, but doesn't answer. "I don't have a lot of time- is that my shirt?" When he sees her pleased little grin, the way she tugs at the bottom of the shirt to show off the logo of the shirt that was obviously too big for her, something about it sets Frank's heart beating at a rhythm that was painfully familiar by now. Instead of saying anything, he grins, shakes his head, and hooks his thumb in the waistband of her panties.
"This is why your girlfriend hates me," but it's said with such confidence that he actually laughs, moving off of her, coming to settle with his head between her thighs, "I mean, she has every right to."
"This isn't why she hates you," Frank gives her an amused look, which Lola misses with her head back against the pillows. She threads her fingers through his hair, guides him insistently, which would be amusing if it wasn't sort of really hot.
"Yeah but it should be."
It's so damn easy to be the bad guy and forget it means anything, especially when she's enabling him like this. Lola's whimpers are like music, neither quiet nor apologetic for enjoying what the does to her, and Frank knows in his heart that Annie will never compare in a moment like this. Except he likes both girls for different reasons, it's not a fair comparison; Annie's beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, she genuinely loves his music, his style, and she's into some pretty freaky stuff, which he appreciates. And Lola's pretty, not as objectively pretty as Annie, but something about the way she smiles, how warm she is when she crawls into bed after a long day of work, the way she puts up with him and his empty fridge and how they both know he's leading her on a bit- he keeps both girls around for different reasons. Except Lola knows this, actually seems pretty okay with it. Annie doesn't, and probably isn't okay with it.
"So it's okay for you to leave hickeys?" Lola scoffs, a little out of breath and hips bucking as she tries to get more friction against his fingers as he sucks a dark hickey into her inner thigh.
"Get a boyfriend, maybe I'll be more careful," is his response, and something about the phrase seems to do something for her as Lola's head drops back against the pillows as her hips roll, swears whispered like prayers from her lips.
It's so easy to be the bad guy. To enjoy it. And Frank's pretty sure he's not alone in that sentiment.
And when he leaves the apartment, Lola's already asleep. It's easier to sleep than it is to ignore the way her stomach rumbles, and she can get lunch at work tomorrow. Sleep just makes that come sooner.
Annie's at the apartment a lot more than Lola would like; she never stays over because she refuses to sleep on the grubby mattress she would also have to share with Lola - "No I'm not moving; I live here too." / "You're a brat." - but she's taken to just hanging out. The thing is, however, that Lola doesn't actually hate Annie the way Annie hates Lola; Lola knows where she stands in a way that Annie doesn't, and if she's being cruel and honest, she can tell Frank isn't invested in Annie in the long term, Lola's got the smugness that comes with security.
Annie doesn't stay long, neither does the slew of women that follow as the months pass by, but soon they have furniture in their apartment, still mostly from various curbs and not a lot of food in the fridge, but they haven't gotten sick of each other or killed each other by the time six months rolls around, which is honestly better than either was expecting. It helps, Lola thinks, that she's still not slept with him. It's the actual reason she doesn't begrudge his girlfriends; she's not one-hundred-percent the bad guy as long as she doesn't go all the way with him.
Despite this, along the way she's pretty sure she's fallen in love with the way he smiles in the morning and the way his breath catches in his throat when he's close and he's got his hands fisted in her hair, and perhaps everything in between.
But he keeps dating other girls; if he wanted her, he'd have her, she knows this. So they keep fooling around; she puts her and enjoyment over those other girls', she lets herself be selfish.
Yet he knows that if he had her, truly had her, emotions and all, he risks their whole friendship. And he's not willing to risk that, so he lets himself be selfish too.
#nikki sixx#nikki sixx x oc#nikki sixx imagine#the dirt#the dirt imagine#motley crue#motley crue imagine#the angry lizard writes#platinum fic
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Lila's depression
Lila was depressed since a few months.
She knew why. She was good in psychology by career choice. She also knew that she needed help. Find the force to get some was another story.
Her natural zest of life had help for quite a long time. But no she was getting bland. Full of shame, guilt, anxiety, self-doubt. She used to be a really calm girl. Who liked sleeping, chilling... Now she was hyperactive. Always doing anything she could do to occupy her mind. Going to sleep when she was to exhausted to be over thinking in her bed.
Her friends wasn't fooled by her" Yeah I'm great! Have done this and that today!" / " Well you know, sometimes it's sting a little but it will all be okay!".
Shehad stopped sending texts for a while when Tom asked for news one day.
" Hey lily, how are you doing? What's new? "
He didn't get an answer so he decided to call two days later.
"Hey Lila what's up? So you don't answer me anymore? "
"Hey, s'rry... "
Their was a blank.
"So... What are you up to lately? "
"Really nothing, not even going to work... And you?"
Tom telled her vaguely what he was doing at work this week. She was normally really interested in his work off nurse trainer.
But today, Lila wasn't answering or humming at most. The conversation quickly dropped dead.
"Well... So see you later! Bye" He said a little uncomfortable.
"Hm, bye Tom".
He tried to text her the next week. Called her but was apparently being ignored.
All of this was weird... It was the opposite of her normal behavior.
He decided to directly go to visit Lila after three days and about ten unanswered texts and call.
It wasn't the next door but he was worrying to much. And after all, she would have probably done it for him.
He knocked on her door several time with no answer. He heard nothing while putting his ear against the door. But her bike was on the
landing. He tried to open the door and with great surprise, he managed to open it. Weird again. She was messy and disorganized but to paranoid to let her door open.
" Lily?... I'm coming in... Are you here? "
Once again, no answer. But he stop walking when he heard a slight moan. Coming from the bathroom?
"Lily?... " He asked while knocking on the bathroom's door.
"Lily are you in here?... Are you okay? "
Nothing.
"Hey i'm getting worry over here!! Answer me and I'll leave "
Still nothing.
"I'm warning you, I'm coming in if you don't tell me that you're okay! " He said more and more concerned.
Well, to much silence coming from a talkative friend. He decided to enter in the bathroom once again unlock.
What the fuck?! What a mess! The first thing he noticed are the drinks and bottles littering the ground. Ashtray full on a stool in front of the bathtub.
He feels the need to swallow before looking up.
Damn... At least it's not disgusting or horrifying... More like really sad and pitiful...
Her head resting on the White tub and... Face the same color and inexpressive has fuck. Almost unrecognizable for such an joyfully and expressive women.
He advance a little and see her limp members floating,shivering intensely. White Cheeks digged. Cracked blue lips slightly open, teeth clitching. Her all body emaciated. When he saw her like six months ago, she was still pretty curvy. Bumping... In a good way.
The movement of the water indicated him that she was breathing.
He checked it anyway. Almost putting his cheek on her naked chest while putting two fingers on her carotid. She was slowly, barely breathing. Her pulse was weak. It fricked him up. Loosing all knowledge for a brief moment. And taking her out of the water as he regained his senses.
"Fuck Lily what happened to you?! "
She was so light. Even with her hair and all body soaked in icy water. He quickly get to her room and layed her down in her bed.
He find a big towel and dried her a little before shifting her on the part of the bed who was still dry, in safety position.
He covered her and lined her in blankets before sitting next to her on her bed. He cleared the hair off her face before gently caressing it. Her cheeks was so cold. He laid down next to her and scrubs her back in great circle over the blanket, trying to insuflate some heat in her frail body.
Then hugging her tightly over the blanket has barrier for her nudity. He wasn't sure about doing it for warming her or reassuring him after the fear she did to him.
A couple of hours after, her eyes blinked and opened slowly. Facing Tom. She had stopped shivering.
She frowned a eyebrow.
"Hi" Tom said softly.
"Hey... " She said with hoarsy voice before looking a little around her. " What's happening? You were feeling lonely? " Lily said a little smile cracking on her face.
At least she hadn't lost her salty talking way...
She looked under the blanket and ask:
"Why am I naked?... "
"I found you in your tub... You were freezing. Here, put those on" Tom said, giving her a warm pyjamas he had found on her closet. He turn his head.
She did.
"Drink it all up. " He said more severely than he intended.
She raised her arm with difficulties and took the glass of water. She wasn't smiling anymore.
She drink it and look at him. An expression between shame and fear in the eyes.
"Are you going to explain to me? "
"Their is nothing to explain... Feeling depressed lately, it's going to be okay soon." She tells him, looking away.
"Hm hm soon... Magically? Yes of course. You will write to me the method to get better by taking cold bath, drinking and smoking pots. It will be a fucking best seller! " He said, letting in anger and anxiety show up against his will.
"Well... It was a warm bath when i went in it... " She said trying to make him smile.
He answer her by a murderer look.
"When did you last eat something? " Asked Tom.
"Don't know Mom."
"Alright can you just stop it?! " He yelled
"What?! " She snapped
"" That! Making jokes, not taking yourself seriously! "
The anger on her face twisted in surprise. Before melting in tears.
She was literally screaming. Tom had encircled her by his body and was soothing her, gently caressing her air. Pressing her tiny body against his.
"Here you go, cry until you don't need to. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. "
The screaming took a little time to decrease in subbing.
"So-sorry" She hooked
"Shhh you don't need to be sorry. Breath in, breath out. "
She did and calmed down slowly.
"Can you walk? " He asked
"Of course. To where? "
"Your living room. Going to make us something to eat.
" I'm not hungry" She said. Grabbing his shirt.
"Well I am. And I hate eating alone you know it. Now, come.
She wrapped herself tightly in the blankets and sit on the border of her bed. Then push herself up with her arms. A little to much perhaps because she trip over and begin to fall. Tom grab her by her shoulder before twitching her aside, put his other arm under her knees and lifting her up.
She looked at him weakly and open her mouth.
" Hn hn, shut you mouth. You don't have any choice. "
"Tom I-"
"Am to weak to even stay awake in my bath or stand up? Yes, I've seen that! "
"Am sorry... "
"Oh, then definitely shut up 'cause I've already told you that you don't need to be. "
His sassyness had always made her smile. Even now. He sat her on the sofa and went to her kitchen.
"Are you serious?!there is not even a single tin in here! "
She had already dozed off and didn't answer.
He return to her.
"Lily... Okay your coming with me. "
She didn't wake up when he lift her in his arms.
He sits her on the passenger seat.
She moan lightly when he cross a speed bump.
"Hnn... Wtf were am... Hi " She said, finally seeing Tom.
"We are going to the hospital. "
"But... " She begin to cry.
"What? "
"Don't wan~na go...Wanna go home" She subbed.
Her trembling bottom lip covered that of the top... Baby's way.
He had never been able to resist it.
"But you need... " He sigh heavily.
" Rah! Ok, ok. But you are coming to MY home." Tom said
"Why? She asked raising an eyebrow.
" I'm going to stop work a few days and take care of you. I'm a nurse, remember? I Can handle body care of my dehydrated, malnourished, exhausted silly friend... And I said body care. As soon as you can walk, I'm taking you seeing someone. "
"But... Your students... "
"Lila... Are you seriously.... You're my friend you idiot! You... Arf! You are fuckin' important to me! And by the way, what the hell did you had in mind not telling me how bad you were feeling?! " He was yelling a bit and tears begin rolling on her pale cheeks again. Mix of shame, sadness, gratitude and happiness of realising he really cared for her.
"Sorry... Shouldn't have scream... " Tom said softly.
"Sorry too"
But she smiled a little. She was so tired that stars was dancing before her eyes again. She put her head on the window and passed out again.
When she open her eyes, she was once again confused. He helped her sit up on Tom's sofa.
"Hey... Here you go : drink me that. " He was tending her a big mug of hot chocolate.
She had an hard time holding it. He helped her. He put a Star Wars movie on the screen and cuddle her, hugged her while caressing her hair and face.
"Their is a soup in preparation. Plenty of vitamins! Take some sugar while we wait. "
She was lining in his arms. Feeling the warm of his body and breath in her hair.
When she had sip an amount of liquid that he considered sufficient, he guided her down, head on his laps. Putting an heavy, warm blanket over her.
She looked up at him has if she was terrified to sleep.
"Hey... ''m right here and not moving. I will even sleep with you if you want. But I think you hadn't really rest for a long time..."
"You stay with me?... " She asked.
"Yea." He said
He carried her in his bed and begin to read, caressing her hair and shoulder the same time.
She was slowly regaining strength and colors. Smiles less and less faked.
Three days after he went to her home, she was in state to going fetching help.
Tom stayed with her five days before going back to work, as she was insisting on it.
So he insisted to keep her with him at his home the time she gets better.
Soon, it became more a sweet,fun colocation that a duty. Lila retrieving her joy fullness little pieces by little pieces
#depression fluff#depression whump#whump girl#exausted#depression#hypothermia whump#dehydrated whump#malnourished whump#fluffy fluffy friendship
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Come Around
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You’re dating Peter Parker but thirsting for Spider-Man.
Warnings: The language in this is filthy, definitely NC-17, Peter and the reader are adults and apparently being an adult means that you gain like 3498 levels in dirty talking ability, there’s unprotected sex and thigh riding.
Words: 3026
Author’s Note: I have no idea what I should title this. I spent my 23rd birthday writing this because I have no life/friends. Also watched The Punisher while I was writing and wondering if Frank Castle and Peter Parker ever cross paths when out and about fighting crime in New York City. What I would give to see that interaction… Peter Parker was such a piece of sunshine in Homecoming while Frank Castle is all doom and gloom.
On the subway back to your shared apartment, you texted Peter asking him mundane questions like if he would be home for dinner and whether or not you should wait for him to get home before starting another episode of Bojack Horseman on Netflix. As much as you hated to admit it, you and Peter had settled into a routine and become a boring domesticated couple. It didn’t help that you two hardly saw each other with his sporadic Spider-Man work schedule. The only thing you liked about Peter being gone all the time was the fact that it allowed you to keep a secret of your own.
You sighed as you entered the apartment. There was something about being inside your home that alleviated all the fatigue from your body. You wondered where this energy had been when you were at work. You slumped into the couch and opened your laptop to check on your dirty little secret. It was a blog, a tumblr blog that posted suggestive imagines and visuals for the various superheroes in the universe. Captain America was the most popular with his muscular physique and golden locks. But occasionally they would even post a little something about a certain web-slinger you called your boyfriend, those were your favourites. You typed ‘Spider-Man’ into the search bar at the top of the blog and were happy to see there was a new post.
You bit your lip as your cheeks flushed. The thought had never even crossed your mind. When you first found out you were dating Spider-Man, you were wondering how long it would take until your life was in danger. But that day never came. You probably owed it all to Peter for working so hard at keeping his identity secret. You closed your eyes, imagining what it would be like. You would probably be panicked so the adrenaline would be running through your veins, making all your senses heightened. And when Spider-Man came to save you, he would look oh so good in his skin-tight suit that showed off his masculine form. He would take care of the bad guys who had taken you and help calm you down. You’d be overwhelmed with his generosity and kindheartedness that you couldn’t contain yourself and you’d pull his head to yours in a passionate kiss. And maybe things would get even more heated when you-
You heard the jiggling of keys enter your doorway. “Sweetheart, I’m home“. Peter leaned down and gave you a kiss on your temple as you came back to reality. You watched as he pulled out a large styrofoam container from his backpack. You smiled catching a glimpse of his suit, tucked safely inside his backpack. “I stopped a stick up at a Korean restaurant in Midtown, the owner gave me japchae to bring back.“ Peter said, completely unaware of the fantasy that he just ruined.
You smiled at your boyfriend, he seemed so pleased with himself. “I’m sure you were amazing, babe, you always are.” You grabbed a plate and helped yourself to the delicious tangle of sweet potato noodles
For the next couple of day, that scenario was all you could think about. And maybe, just maybe, you had gone on PornHub and searched for erotic videos based on your boyfriend’s alias.You had fallen in love with Peter Parker but now you were beginning to realize that you also had Spider-Man as well. You fell for Peter and his goofy smile and his unrelenting kindness. But Spider-Man took those qualities to a whole other level. He spent all day helping people, putting others above himself, sacrificing his life, and asking for nothing in return. You felt that Spider-Man deserved to be rewarded, something that was a little more personal than the heaps of praise recognition he got from the general public. You wanted to give him something that was shared between just the two of you and your mind was running wild with an endless list of ideas.You decided that this fantasy was too good not to share.
One day, you got off work early and to make the proper preparations for your fantasy real. You splurged on fancy lingerie and wore it underneath Peter’s favourite outfit of yours. A sweatshirt of his that was oversized and a pair of comfy drawstring pyjama bottoms. You finished doing your makeup just in time to see your boyfriend texting you that he would be back in fifteen minutes. You called your best friend who begrudgingly agreed to tie you up to a dining chair in the middle of your apartment. As your friend was working on getting the rope around your legs, you messaged Peter, telling him to come through the window. You told a little fib about your neighbour having a party with several loud, inebriated guests hanging out in your shared hallway.
Your friend finished tying your hands to the chair and swiftly left the apartment. The sound of your front door closing was perfectly timed with the sound of your living room window opening. Just as you predicted, Peter was in his full Spider-Man get-up with the mask obscuring his beautiful face from your view. Peter wondered why your apartment was so dimly lit and was about to take off his mask when you let out the loudest sound you could make with your mouth taped.
Peter’s head turned at record speed and the eyes of his mask widened when he saw your constricted form. “Y/N, what happened?!?!” He ripped the duct tape off your mouth and you winced, surprised how much it hurt, next time you would fashion a gag out of a bandana or something. “Spider-Man, I’m so glad you came!”
You could see Peter’s brow furrowing through his mask. “Of course, I would come, I texted you that I would be back-wait did you just call me Spider-Man?“ In all the years the two of you had spent together, you had called him Peter, even after he told you who he was and why he was always cancelling dates at the last minute despite being completely smitten with you.
You nodded. “Well, you are Spider-Man, right? Our friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man? And you heard my cries for help and came here to save me.“ You fluttered your lengthy mascara-coated eyelashes for emphasis.
You knew Peter would catch on eventually. He was a smart guy and he was a superhero to boot, he knew how to pick up on context cues. “Why yes, yes I am. I’m Spider-Man and I’m here because I had a feeling there was a beautiful woman who needed my assistance. Now, why don’t you tell me what happened here?“
“Well Spider-Man, I had just come home from a bad date, slipped into my sweats when I walked into right into a break and enter happening right in my apartment.“ You smiled feeling Peter’s covered fingers running through your hair in a soothing manner. “Well the robbers tied me up, but it wasn’t long until you got here Spider-Man. Luckily they weren’t able to take anything important.“
“Aw sweetheart, I’m sorry this had to happen to you. I’m also sorry you had such a bad time on your date.“ You could tell that Spider-Man was the kind of hero who would actually listen to you complain about your non-existent love life, he was such a genuinely good person.
You sighed. “Yeah, that sucks. It’s been awhile since I’ve met a guy worth my time. I thought this one might be the one to break my dry spell.“ You looked up at Peter, strategically adjusting yourself against the restraints. Your movement caused the neckline of your/Peter’s sweatshirt to fall off of your shoulder, revealing a lace covered breast. “I even wore my best lingerie.“
Spider-Man’s eyes widened at the sight of the lace, stretched tight over your chest. He wanted to reach out and grope your chest like he would’ve normally. But one look at the red and blue material covering his hand reminded him that to you he was Spider-Man, not Peter Parker, and Spider-Man didn’t go around squeezing the breasts of women he just met.
You cleared your throat, even though Spider-Man had held back on touching you, apparently, it was totally okay to gawk at your chest like he was a teenager seeing a girl in the flesh for the first time… “Spider-Man, aren’t you going to untie me? I can’t possibly thank you properly when I’m restrained like this.”
“Oh right, sorry ma’am.“ Peter made quick work of the knots and soon you were able to move your limbs.
You got up from the chair and leaped into Peter’s arms. “Oh thank you, Spider-Man.“ You lifted up the bottom of his mask and uncovered his full pink lips. You kissed him, taking your time to test and see if kissing Spider-Man was different from kissing Peter.
Peter cupped his hands on your bottom supporting your weight. “You’re very welcome Miss.“
“If it’s okay, I’d like to do more than kiss you to thank you, Spider-Man.“ You gave him a demure smile as you took your sweatshirt off all the way. “Like I said, it’s been awhile since I’ve been well… properly fucked as to speak.“
“This reward you’re proposing sounds a bit selfish don’t you think?“ Peter ran his tongue down the side of your neck, planting soft kisses with his newly exposed mouth. “You’re going to get fucked and I’m going to make you come over and over again and what am I going to get?“
You bit your lip. “I have eyes you know… I see the way you’re looking at me. I bet you’re wondering what I look like underneath these pants, don’t you? Well, let me help out your imagination…” You hopped out of your arms and slowly shimmied your pyjamas down your hips. Bending over to give Peter the best possible view of your wet slit soaking through your panties. “See… Spider-Man, this can be beneficial for both of us.”
Peter ran a finger down the spine of your bent over form and a shiver soon followed suit. His hand continued it’s way down your bottom and gave your cheek a tight squeeze. You giggled as straightened your spine back to standing. “I like it when you touch me, especially since you still have your suit on.“ You guided Peter to take a seat on the chair you were previously bound to and straddled him. “It makes me wonder what that suit feels like against other parts of my body.“
To nobody’s surprise, Spider-Man had amazing thighs. They were thick and muscular. You had always admired Peter’s thighs and although you had thought about it a lot, the two of you had never done this before. Due to your lack of experience, your hip motions began timidly as you tested the waters of what felt right. Soon enough, you had built up a rhythm and throwing your head back in ecstasy. “Spider-Man, do you feel how wet I am? Am I soaking your thigh with my wetness.“
You continued to perform your impromptu lap dance, making his suit feel tighter by the minute. You smirked as you watched him awkwardly scratch the back of his head. It amused you how the more time you spent with Spider-Man, the more Peter Parker mannerisms snuck out. “My suit is made out of a water repellant material…“
You rolled your eyes, of course, it was, you bucked your hips and increased the pressure making Peter groan. “But I do feel how warm your pussy is, it feels so nice.”
“Even better“ Your eyes began to flutter as you felt that familiar warmth heating up your loins. “Spider-Man, I’m close…”
“Cum for me, babygirl, soak those panties for me.“ You clung to his broad shoulders as your entire body shook.
You let out an unsteady sigh. “That was amazing.“
“Yeah? I’ll bet that’s the first time you’ve cum on someone’s thigh before isn’t.“ You nodded, rubbing your cheek against the slippery material covering his chest. Peter knew this was a new experience for you.
“I want your hard cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me Spider-Man.“ Your hands found themselves where they usually went, to Peter’s crotch, but then you realized that there wasn’t a button and fly like pants. Even your research on PornHub hadn’t prepared you for this. “Um…Spider-Man, how does this work?”
“Well, the thing is that it’s a one-piece type of deal. So there’s no way I’m going to be able to have you bouncing on my cock while I’m still wearing it.“ You moved off of Peter as he got off the chair. You smiled when you saw that his right thigh had an extra gossamer sheen due to your actions earlier.
“Oh, okay. Can I take this off?“ you asked gently running your hand down his jawline.
“Yeah sure…“ Peter agreed and shed the tight material off of his torso while you pulled the mask off of his face.
Your mouth fell when you were met with your boyfriend’s brown eyes and sweaty curls. “You’re really handsome…“
Peter chuckled. “You’re not too bad yourself.“ He pulled you close to his body and you pulled away in shock not quite expecting to feel so much of your boyfriend’s skin against yours.
“Do you…do you not wear anything underneath this?” This was completely new information for you, and not just the damsel in distress you were playing.
Peter shrugged. “I don’t really need it. The suit has netting to keep everything in place.“
“That must be some powerful netting.“ You reach down and stroked Peter’s hard cock. “There’s a lot to keep in place.“
Without his Spider-Man get up, it seemed like Peter had reverted back to being your shy and affable boyfriend. His cheeks reddened at your bold comment. “Yeah?“
“Yeah.“ Peter managed to navigate the straps and lace that made up your lingerie well enough to get you out of it. You gave Peter a quick peck on the lips and led him over to the couch. You leaned over the top of it, planting your hands on the cushions, your feet dangling. “Ever since I got this sofa I’ve been thinking of this. You’re so strong, I bet this should be a cakewalk for you.“
“I’d love to fuck that wet cunt of yours when you’re bent over like this.“ Peter used to fingers to spread the wetness between your legs. It was the first time you had been touched all night. Feeling the pads of his fingers lightly brush against your clit made you moan. You felt so sensitive, any kind of stimulation Peter gave you felt like too much and not enough at the same time.
“Wow, you are throbbing, baby girl.“ He put slightly more pressure on your clit, making your eyes close in bliss. All of the sudden, it was all gone. You turned your head, ready to beg Peter to put his hands back on you, just in time to see him licking his fingers, savouring your taste. “You are just absolutely delectable.“
“I’m ready for your cock, I want you to feel you stretching me out.“ You were getting needy. You were getting impatient and started wiggling your bottom wrapping your legs around Peter’s hips, trying to get him closer to you.
“Okay, okay. My greedy girl, I’ll give you what you need.“ Peter lined himself up and used his hands to guide himself inside you. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet. You feel so good.“ He let out a groan, no matter how often the two of you did this, he was never totally mentally prepared for how euphoric you felt wrapped around him, squeezing his length.
You simply weren’t in the mood for Peter to take his sweet time. You put more of your weight into your hands and pushed your hips back, driving his cock deeper inside of you. Peter whimpered at the sight. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock. You really are desperate for me aren’t you sweetheart?”
Peter held your hips still, forcing you to stop your movement, waiting for his answer. “Yeah, I’m desperate for you, please.”
“Don’t worry, I got you babygirl.” Peter began exerting more effort into his thrusts, the sound of his hips hitting your ass filled the room. Peter lean over your bent form, his hands playing with your hard nipples. His extra weight on your back pushed you deeper into the couch, further embossing your body into the structure of the couch. It meant that every time Peter bucked his hips, it caused your clit to rub delightfully against the soft velvet material.
“Peter, I’m going to…” You ground your hips, trying to get more friction onto your clit. The fabric of your couch was now completely wet.
“That’s it, darling. Let it out.” Peter whispered encouragingly in your ear. You came for him, yelling Peter’s name as he increased the pace of his movements, your arms giving out and your body falling limp against the support of your couch. Peter release came moments after yours filling you with warmth.
Your boyfriend left your spent body momentarily to go into the kitchen. Upon his return he ran a wet, warm towel between your legs, cleaning up the bodily fluids that were dripping out of you. After he was done, he wrapped you up like a human burrito in the throw blanket that you kept on the couch, laying you down. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to fuck Spider-Man.“
You yawned snuggling into your boyfriend. “Really? Because I’m not. Everyone else in the world knows you as Spider-Man, but to me, you’re Peter Parker, my boyfriend, and that’s something no one else can say. I love you.“
Peter couldn’t resist himself. “I know.“
You shook your head at your boyfriend, trying to suppress the laugh that wanted to escape your lips. “Yeah, I love you, even if that subjects me to your random Star Wars references.“
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Everyone who owns a set of photo pajamas knows exactly
Everyone who owns a set of photo pajamas knows exactly why these sleepwear are so popular! Made with either stretchy, soft lounge pants (interchangeably polyester and cotton), or snug, breathable cotton, these fantastic, comfortable pajamas are the perfect way to wind down before heading off to bed. For a super comfortable fit and lightweight, these photo pajamas are ideal for any season, but especially for those who wear them when camping.
Personalized photo pajamas make a great gift! Give a pair or more as a gift for a special someone in your life. They'll be sure to love and enjoy them, as these great pajamas make a great nightshirt gift. A great idea for men, consider purchasing a photo pajamas set, consisting of a shirt, a matching bottom, and a photo. You can even have the shirt and bottom personalized with the men's name or a funny saying of his choosing. Imagine the look on his face when he walks into his dad's favorite barbershop and slips on that shirt! custom pjs australia
For women, personalized pajamas make a great gift for mother, daughters, or friend. You could give mom cute photo pajamas set made especially for her by having her sign her own name on the front and add her other kids' names as accents. The girls could be given matching photo pajamas bottoms. The photo would appear on their receipt as proof of a family vacation, and they'd love to show off their new outfits!
Another fun idea for women is to create a collage of favorite images of your children, yourself, or your spouse, using a grid of photos and type in your choice of custom text on every square in the grid. Place a nightshirt or light pajamas pattern over top of each square - for example, if your wife wears a plain light pajama with white polka dots, place a nightshirt with pink polka dots overtop. This will make a beautiful collage and you'll get a great gift at the same time.
Another idea for custom text for photo pajamas is to create a cute personalized face print. Purchase a baby photo or have one taken professionally and have the kids make a face print of themselves using a camera or the digital imaging software available at most baby photography studios. Then have the photo pajamas company add a little message to their collection of post - maybe something like, "The kids make me so happy!" personalised pyjamas
Some companies also offer photo prints as part of their basic service. Many companies now offer personalized and customized nightshirts, hats, scarves, slippers and other garments. You can choose from an array of designs - from cartoons, funny sayings, hearts, cherubs, motivational quotes and more. Nightshirts and other clothing items are usually available in solid colors, but for those who prefer a more unique look, many nightwear and other apparel items are available in plaid, paisley, diamond, stripes and other patterns that look terrific when paired with beautiful handbags, shoes, and jewelry. If you want your kids to wear a pajama set that represents their favorite sports team, there are several popular choices available - from Cleveland Cavs to the Boston Bruins.
Personalized nightshirts, hats and scarves are ideal for giving as gifts, or to give as a surprise. For moms and dads who want to give something special for Father's Day, a personalized picture frame would be a great gift for any occasion. Another great idea is a set of personalized pajamas for your children - they can be given with or without a matching nightshirt. Another great idea for Father's Day is to give Dad a set of photo pajamas in the same design and color scheme as the ones he gave to mom - this will definitely be appreciated and put to good use throughout the year! custom underwear
To make Father's day even more special, why not create a collage of the most memorable pictures of your boys, and have them turned into a personalized frame with a personalized message on each picture? Why not turn one of your favorite childhood photographs into a collage with a unique saying? A great choice for kids, this will certainly be appreciated and put to good use this Father's Day!
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Wahabism in Islam 1
Wahhabism is dangerous for other cultures
Though Islam has originated from Semitic, if you will go through the history, where it was a social reform movement in the early stage, it turned into a purely political movement after the demise of its founder Muhammad Sahab, where Muslim groups were fighting amongst themselves for power. All the battles that Rashidun Caliphate, Umayyad, Abbasid, Fatimid or the Ottoman Empire fought and conquered princely states were aimed to achieve power and not to do the religious propaganda… But in spite of this, there were a large number of conversions and large populations got converted into Islamic structure.
But the point to understand here is that the definition of Islam that was created in the light of the Hadiths and Quran was appropriate for a certain geographical area but it was not suitable to integrate all the cultures outside of Arabia those embraced Islam but also maintained their own existences. You can understand this better by keeping your own country as a model rather than understanding this through any other region.
People in India were largely Hindus but were divided into castes/sub-castes and many of their customs were there since ages. They did adopt Islam, but still did not abandon those customs, traditions and brought them into Islam itself. You can find many traditions in Jat, Rajput Muslim societies that have no connection with Islam. Those who believed in the tradition of the gurus started following pirs… Those who had the habit of bowing before the idols started worshipping mausoleums.
This happened in almost all countries with their own cultural identity. They incorporated their cultural identity, their customs, traditions into Islam and it got a distinct identity as Sufi Islam. It was a series connecting human with human, which had a rapid impact from Turkey, Arab, Iran to India… The rituals associated with it were due to the integration of other cultures where people linked their ancestral traditions with Islam.
Whatever bloodshed by the Muslims in that period was done, was a result of power hunger but it had got nothing to do with that Islamic fundamentalism, perverted form of which we now see as extremism or terrorism. There was also an era when the Arabic language was dominated, Baghdad was called the centre of knowledge. The supremacy of the Arabic world over the knowledge was similar to that of the West today.
The tenth-century vizier Ibn Abbad had more than a lac books when there were not so many books in all libraries across Europe. Baghdad alone had thirty major research centres of scientific knowledge. In addition to Baghdad, Alexandria, Jerusalem, Aleppo, Damascus, Mosul, Tous and Nishapur were major centres of learning in the Arabic world and Islam was established in a different form.
In India, at that time the Quran was confined to the Arabic language, which people used to read from the perspective of sawab, and the Hadiths had absolutely nothing to do much with ordinary people. Few Hadiths with good messages were sometimes used to be recited in mosques on Fridays or on Shab e Qadr… or there used to be events like ijtema and Milad among women where they used to recite some good Hadiths.
That is, the issues like shirk, biddat, etc. were on a very small and almost negligible scale and the majority of the Muslim population was living unaware of these in their own way. Integrating different cultures and traditions, Muslims had many faiths like Shia, Hanafi, Maliki, Saifi, Jafari, Baqaria, Basharia, Khalafia, Hanbali, Zahiri, Ashri, Muntazili, Murzia, Matroodi, Ismaili, Bohra, Ahmadiyya, etc. keeping their own identity while Deobandis, who claim purity, were also accepting this cultural diversity despite living with the identity of that ideology.
Concept of pure Arabic Islam
This pure Arabic Islam was conceptualized by Muhammad ibn Abd al Wahhab (1703–1792) who started destroying the beautiful and progressive traditions that were developing within Islam. All those rituals, customs, traditions first began to be recognized as shirk and biddat in the light of the Quran and Hadiths and Islam was given such a narrow form that there should be no scope for any kind of freedom, openness and communion.
Abd al Wahhab, taking the initiative to eliminate whatever is outside the purview of the Quran and Hadith, declared the killing of every mushrik and plundering their property as halal and for this, he prepared an army of 600 people and deployed them in the name of jihad everywhere. He started killing people of all types of Islamic beliefs. He only kept propagating his ideology and whosoever refused to accept him was killed and their property was robbed. He personally attacked the tomb of the famous Islamic thinker Zaid ibn al Khattab and demolished it himself.
He started attacking the Mazars and targeted Sufism. During this time he entered into an agreement with Muhammad bin Saud. Muhammad bin Saud was the ruler of Diriyyah and possessed both wealth and army. Together, both of them started using swords as well as modern weapons. The agreement of these two made it easy to reach out to remote areas to impose their ideology and destroy other faiths.
The burning of all books related to other faiths became a passion for Muhammad ibn Abd al Wahhab. Along with this, he issued another disgusting order to demolish all the Sufi Mazars, mausoleums or tombs and make urinals there. Saudi Arabia, a nation based on the Wahhabi faith apparently, continued the tradition of Muhammad ibn Abd al Wahhab and for that reason the burial cemetery with the nabi and his family there was also destroyed. Al-Mukarramah, a part of the Kaaba was also demolished for the same reason…
The distorted form of jihad that we see today is originated of this concept. And it was not only started forcibly but also started as a mass awareness campaign where those Quranic verses and the Hadiths were widely disseminated with meanings that could be used to separate all those things as shirk and biddat from Islam, that were not related to the original form of Islam. Gradually, this ideology began to engulf all Muslim countries that were leading happy lives with their mixed cultures.
You can see the changes under Erdogan’s leadership in Turkey. You can understand the changing form of Bangladesh living with a Hindu-Bengali culture from the writings of Taslima Nasrin. In Pakistan, Jinnah and Iqbal, who used to be considered as Pakistan’s builders and respectable figures, are being targeted by the new generation of Pakistanis because of things like Ahmadiyya, Khoja, pork, wine in the same way in which Gandhi is to new nationalists in India. To see this change in India look around, look at the Jat, Rajput Muslim societies of Western UP, Haryana, Rajasthan.
Wahhabism has been playing with the history of Islam, beliefs, mutual harmony and co-existence of identities. Hitler adopted the idea of racial purity as one identity, one type of people, one kind of thinking, one book from Wahhabism itself. Expelling firqas other than Wahhabism from Islam and their slaughter was justified. People of other religions were even declared wajib-ul-qatl (mandatory to kill) and the plunder of their property and the conversion of their women was justified. Pakistan and Bangladesh became their favourite playgrounds.
How this idea of oneness is fatal to an inclusive and diverse society, you can understand it from the model of the Sangh, that wants to impose their ‘model of Hindutva’ equally on the whole of India with diverse cultures… Can tribals of Northeast, other tribal societies and Hindu societies of the south reconcile with the model in which ‘Rama’ is an ideal and superior God? Can the Ram Mandir movement of Hindi belt inspire the whole country? Can a cow be revered as the mother of all Indian people? If not, then is it reasonable to impose this on them…? Wahhabism also has the same track.
The Sangh has one or two countries with a Hindu population but the Wahhabis have a large number of countries as well as countries like Saudi promoting this ideology have huge money and scholars like Zakir Nayak as their brand ambassadors. The thinking of a new nationalist Indian about Gandhi and a newly nationalist Pakistani about Jinnah and Iqbal is the same, that they do not match their ‘model’.
Maulana Maududi and Jamaat-e-Islami
The interpretation of Islam that was made by Ibn Taymiyya in the fourteenth century was later turned into a comprehensive campaign in the eighteenth century by Abd al Wahhab and despite disagreements on some points, Maulana Maududi, the founder of the Jamaat-e-Islami spread it in the Indian territory in his own way.
There were mainly four firqas in Islam as Hanafi, Hanbali, Shafi and Maliki that were formed following the Imams, having many firqas within them but Sunni from all over India (pre-independence British India) belong to Hanafi firqa those got divided into Deobandi and Barelvi firqas in the nineteenth century following Ashraf Ali Thanwi and Ahmed Raza Khan.
The Arabs place themselves in the Hanbali firqa, while the people of the Middle East and Africa belong to the Shafi and Maliki firqas, but all of them are Sunnis (Shias are completely different from them) and have three ideologies as Salafi, Wahhabi and Ahl e Hadith prevalent among them… In terms of bigotry, you can place Ahl e Hadith, Wahhabi and Salafi from bottom to top. Salafi and Wahhabi don’t even consider other followers of Islam as Muslims.
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Maududi had spread this ideology in the Indian territory, and growing rapidly that has now reached the stage where you can see this change around you in the educated, modern-day Muslim (Deobandi) youths in the form of ankle-length pyjamas, beard, etc. Barelvi society is against all this.
There are two faces of this ideology… The one that has created a variety of organizations and has waged a war in the name of ‘jihad’ that will last until the whole world is coloured as they like and the other face that cleverly defends all those things with logic, on the basis of which these jihadi groups are flourishing.
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It is an art of changing oneself, defending one’s evils and flaws… The same way as the Sangh, that considers the concept of a Hindu nation as an ideal, has transformed itself into a cultural organization that makes the temple of Lord Rama in north India an issue to bring the BJP to the power, on the other hand, it teams up with the Periyar supporters in the south who curse Rama, at the same time it gets moulded to convince Lingayats who abuse the deity gods of north India.
It can also support mob lynching in the name of cow slaughter in north India and converts itself in some way to stand with the population eating it in the northeast or south. Flexibility is necessary for the spread of any ideology and they also know this. Therefore, to fit that which cannot be adjusted with the original idea, other ancillary organisations or armies are formed, that may look different from the outer side but have the same roots and from integrating the opposing idea to ‘shoot’ or ‘blast’, they do all the jobs well.
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Does a beautiful birth experience even exist?
It might seem as if I've opened the blogging flood gates, but I'm very aware that baby challenges change as quickly as the direction of the wind, and I want to get my feelings in order about some of the early topics before they fade to make way for new parenting dilemmas.
Matilda will be two weeks old tomorrow, and I feel like I'm finally ready to talk about my labour experience. In fact, I may have left it a little too late, as I would contemplate having another baby now - whereas at the time I strongly declared to Jim that we were getting a cat next time!
The naivety of going natural
Like many women, I had a strong desire for a natural, holistic birth experience. I'd like to consider myself a tough cookie when it comes to pain management, and I told myself that the discomfort would only be temporary, and that I could feel empowered by the act of bringing new life into the world with minimal medical assistance.
To support this goal, I started arming myself with tools to help me prepare for a painkiller-free birth. I attended prenatal yoga classes to learn controlled breaths; I consulted a herbalist to learn about natural remedies; I rented a tens machine, and wrote a birthing plan that was all about a water birth and absolutely no pethidine or epidural under any circumstance.
When reality starts getting in the way
The first sign that my birth experience wouldn't be all it was cracked up to be came in week 28 of pregnancy, when I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. After struggling to control it with dietary changes I was put onto metformin tablets with my evening meal, and nightly insulin injections. This meant two things:
1 - I would be induced around my due date if baby didn't make an early appearance
2 - the likelihood of needing extra monitoring was such that a water birth would be highly unlikely
I could write a whole separate blog post on the impact of GD on my pregnancy experience, but the overwhelming effect on my labour plan was one of panic . That my choices were being taken away from me. And it's hard to remain empowered when the things you wanted for your birth experience are being taken off the table one by one.
However, as my due date drew nearer and Matilda's weight and measurements began to shoot off the chart, I was secretly glad not to be enduring the agonising two-week countdown of being overdue, and one day before her due date we decamped to hospital to be induced.
The long wait for labour to begin
In the middle of my labour, my midwife (who was incredible - more on that later) declared that unless it's for medical reasons, she doesn't know why anyone has an induction, and I can understand why. Turns out it involves a whole lot of waiting around - two days in my case - for something to happen.
You're stuck in a side room while women in natural labour filter past you to the delivery suite, with someone poking their head round the door every few hours to take your blood pressure or shove a finger up your hoo-ha just in case anything has kicked off.
The best thing I did during this time was send Jim home for some proper sleep, as we had no idea how gruelling the first few days of parenthood would be. The worst thing I did was to let my mixture of fear and excitement keep me awake at night, as I could've used the energy for labour when it finally happened. However, it did give me the chance to binge watch my way through series 6 of ER on DVD!
Eventually, after a pessary, two gels and a sweep, I began to feel period-like pains in my stomach, and requested some light pain relief from the midwife. A dose of paracetamol and codeine later I got back into bed, and felt something start to trickle down my leg. By the time I got to the bathroom my waters gave way fully, and after a dramatic gush all over the floor I realised I was standing there with soaking wet pyjama bottoms. Things were finally kicking off!
Thank god for a hot shower
I don't actually remember much about early labour - it lasted around 5.5 hours, and Jim came back to the hospital as soon as my waters went - other than the fact I felt very alone. I was only checked by medical staff once or twice during this time, and it was hours before they would internally examine me to see how I was progressing.
It was a LOT more painful than I had imagined, and my yoga breathing went straight out of the window. My cries for more codeine were never answered, but one kind midwife did run me a bath. The water helped but I felt trapped in the restrictive porcelain tub, so got out after a handful of minutes.
Not being able to get comfortable basically summed up the early part of my labour. Standing was too much; sitting on the ball only worked between contractions; hanging off jim's shoulders worked temporarily, but didn't anchor me the way I needed. In the end, my absolute saviour was the en suite shower in my room. I turned it to maximum heat, grabbed hold of the hand rails in the cubicle and swayed from side to side for literally two and a half hours until someone came to check on my progress.
Everything...and then nothing
The good news on examination was that I was 9cm dilated and ready to go to the delivery suite. I'd lost the will to put clothes on by that point, so the midwife wheeled me up there in a towel and blanket with soaking wet hair - oh the glamour!
For me, the first hour in the delivery suite was the only moment of clarity and control in the whole labour experience. My midwife, Toni, was very calm, soothing and experienced. My contractions slowed to a manageable level, and I felt happy enough to proceed with my plan of as natural birth as possible, with just gas and air to see me through.
Had I known what was about to come, I would have taken the epidural offered to me at that point, but for some reason I was still hell bent on this badge of honour of pushing a baby out with minimal pain relief. Next time, I'm taking the drugs!
What should've been the beginning of the end was actually the start of 6 of the most tiring, painful and frustrating hours I've ever experienced in my life. And by the time Matilda arrived, I was so delusional and exhausted I felt like I was having some kind of out of body experience.
The slowing down of my contractions was the first of many things that started to go awry in those last few hours. They had to put me on a hormone drip to artificially stimulate me to contract three times every 10 minutes, and they also gave me IV fluid as Matilda was showing signs of dehydration.
I still wasn't dilated enough to push, so had to put up with a couple more hours of intense pain before being given the green light to start trying to pop my baby out.
Throughout those couple of hours I pleaded and begged to start pushing, but had I known what real pushing meant, I would've shut up and made the most of the gas and air! The physical effort involved with each push was so intense that I was physically sweating, and I definitely shit myself on more than one occasion, but by that point I no longer cared.
Time for intervention
What started to become apparent at the pushing stage was that Matilda just wasn't coming out. As much as I pushed her forward, she started to slip back, and after 90 minutes of body-wrenching squeezes, the midwife made the decision to call a doctor for assistance.
What I didn't know at the time was that doctor intervention had been discussed more than once during those final hours because of my 'failure to progress', but that my midwife fought tooth and nail at every stage to buy me more time. It was this determination that meant I didn't end up having a c-section, and I will be eternally grateful to her for being so persistent.
I don't think I'd really thought about what the end of my labour would be like in advance, but I never got that glorious moment of doing a final push to feel a slippery baby slide into the midwife's arms with a triumphant first cry. Matilda's heart rate began to drop, so the decision was taken to use forceps, and suddenly the room was filled with a team of doctors and nurses.
By this point I was basically hallucinating with adrenaline, pain and tiredness, so the final part felt slightly disembodied. I saw what I could only describe as a giant pair of salad tongs on the side, not realising that they were what was about to help deliver my baby, and then I was being dropped down and tilted backwards on the bed ready for the big moment.
The midwife explained to me that I needed to push hard with the next contraction, as the forceps were there to assist - they couldn't do the job for me. It was this next contraction where I basically had a total meltdown; the pain and discomfort of the forceps was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and instead of pushing I started screaming and begging for them to make it stop.
Here, the midwife stepped in with a bit of tough love and shouted at me to pull it together for the sake of my baby. It obviously did the trick as I gave it one final push and heard the staff telling me excitedly that my baby had arrived!
The eye of the storm - and the calm that followed
Because of the way Matilda was dragged into the world, we didn't get that idyllic moment where she went straight onto my bare chest for skin to skin. I didn't know at the time but her shoulders had got stuck so they'd had to rotate her to get her out. The cord was wrapped around her neck, and her apgar score was only 5, so they rushed her over to the side of the room to give her some inflationary breaths.
I remember everyone being calm but not hearing my baby crying, and repeatedly asking Jim and the staff if everything was ok. Then she let out the first of many wails we have since heard, and they briefly put her on a towel on my stomach to say hello.
At this point I was still lying flat on my back, legs akimbo in stirrups, unaware that I'd suffered a third degree tear and lost 800ml of blood. They explained to me that I needed to go straight into theatre for repair, so no sooner had I met my baby I was wheeled away, given a spinal block, and laid back down for repair.
Strangely, that moment in theatre was the beginning of the post-birth calm. I was so tired and overstimulated that I couldn't really think about the baby I'd left behind in the delivery suite - it almost felt as if it hadn't happened - and I zonked out into a deep sleep during the hour it took them to stitch me back together.
The next thing I remember is being transferred onto a different trolley and wheeled back to the now cleaned-up delivery room. I felt nothing but tingles from the waist down, and waiting for me was a plate of pie and mash and a peacefully sleeping baby, who was placed onto my bare chest. It still didn't quite feel real at that moment, but I wasn't in pain; all I felt was complete contentment.
Processing the reality of giving birth
The first couple of nights after Matilda was born I couldn't close my eyes without getting forcep flashbacks. To be honest, I felt haunted by the whole labour experience, but gradually the horror moments started to fade.
Over the next few days I began to fully process MJ’s birth, and realised that while it had been far from the holistic experience I had imagined, it had taught me some important lessons:
- Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to make life even harder and have a natural birth? Real empowerment comes from making the best decision for you personally, and if we ever decide to go through it again, I will confidently ask for an epidural and feel no sense of shame
- Any woman who delivers a baby is a fucking superhero. Whether you deliver naturally in water or have an elective caesarean, you birthed a baby. That deserves a massive amount of respect
- Nothing that hurts that much can ever be empowering at the time, but you can definitely give yourself a massive pat on the back afterwards for getting through it. You are a female warrior!
- Never underestimate the power of a good birthing partner. I crushed every bone in Jim's hands during my contractions, and yelled at him every time our birthing soundtrack came to an end and needed rebooting, but he will never fully realise how just being there with that support in those moments got me through
- It's OK to come away from hospital with the opinion that labour sucks, and lament the gruelling process your body has been through, and continues to go though afterwards. Because when you're having a 'woe is me' moment you can pick up your perfect, tiny little baby and give her a tight cuddle, and realise all that pain and fear was completely and totally worth it
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Tagged by @collect-to-nyc thank you!!!💖 Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. 1. coke or pepsi: I can't drink soda for medical reasons 😬 2. disney or dreamworks: I like them both but I'm gonna go with Disney since it's a staple of my childhood and they also have Star Wars now. 3. coffee or tea: Peppermint tea 4. books or movies: Movies. I love books but I'm obsessed with movies and I hope my makeup is good enough that I get to be part of the process of movie making one day! I've been working on short films. 5. windows or mac: Windows 6. dc or marvel: Marvel. I could never get into DC and marvel was my life for a bit. 7. x-box or playstation: Xbox 8. dragon age or mass effect: Dragon Age. You don't wanna know how many 99+ hour playthroughs I have of Dragon Age Inquisition. 9. night owl or early riser: Insomnia 10. cards or chess: Cards 11. chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate 12. vans or converse: Converse 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: Lavellan!! I always play as an elf in any game I am allowed to! 14. fluff or angst: Fluff. Angst can make me anxious but I don't mind it either. 15. beach or forest: Beach 16. dogs or cats: Cats 17. clear skies or rain: I like either. If I'm driving though clear skies please. 18. cooking or eating out: Eating out even though I prefer to be home. The best is take out. 19. spicy food or mild food: Mild food 20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Halloween. I'm an SFX makeup artist that's my time to shine. 21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold. 22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: To turn invisible. I would love to just disappear for a little bit especially if I cry or have panic attacks in public I don't want people to stare. 23. animation or live action: Live action. Live action stuff gives me jobs. 24. paragon or renegade: I haven't played Mass Effect. I really want to but I don't know what game to start with and I also can't afford buying a new game at the moment. 25. baths or showers: I like baths better but usually end up taking showers because time. 26. team cap or team ironman: Team Cap! I love them all but definitely Captain America. 27. fantasy or sci-fi: Both! I love aliens and I love fantasy creatures how could I pick. 28. do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: I like the one in Jurassic Park where Ellie is like "dinosaurs get man, women inherit the earth." I also like that quote from Iggy in Gimme Danger that's like "I don't wanna be a punk I just wanna be" I also like in Aliens when Ripley yells "Get away from her you bitch!" It's so awesome 29. youtube or netflix: I watch a lot of stuff on both. 30. harry potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter! I'm a Hufflepuff. 31. when you feel accomplished: After I do a big makeup and it goes well I feel pretty accomplished for a little bit. 32. star wars or star trek: Star Wars. I have a huge soft spot for Star Wars. 33. paperback books or hardcover books: Hardcover books because I usually have to take books with me places and those hold up better. 34. horror or rom-com: Horror 35. tv shows or movies: Movies! 36. favourite animal: Dilophosaurus 37. favourite genre of music: Classic Rock. That's a genre right? 38. least favourite book: That fucking 50 shades nonsense. 39. favourite season: Fall 40. song that’s currently stuck in your head: I've had So Long Saving Grace by World Inferno Friendship Society in my head. I listen to The This Packed Funeral album like every night it's very good. I've also been shamefully stuck with Emergency by Dee Dee King (Dee Dee Ramone). 41. what kind of pyjama’s do you wear: I have had major weight loss so I usually wear one of my old huge Tshirts and some old loose pj bottoms that have random things on it. I like all my pairs of pj pants that have dinosaurs on them. As soon as it gets a little hot I wear pj shorts (also with dinosaurs). 42. How many existential crisis do you have on an average day: It depends on if I'm alone and left to my thoughts. 43. If you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be: Life On Mars? By David Bowie 44. Favourite theme song to a TV show: I don't watch a lot of TV but me and my brother dramatically do the theme to Fave Off when the show comes on which is just noises. 45. Harry Potter movies or books: That's really difficult for me to pick because story wise I enjoy the books more but when appreciating film quality I like the movies more. I could look at the goblin makeups from the first movie all day. It also has one of the best makeups paired with CGI. Voldemort has his nose CGIed away while the rest is a practical makeup. Super cool. Star Wars Rogue One also has some great makeup paired with CGI. 46. Favourite traditional food from your family: Latkes 47. Favourite decade from 1900-now: 70s probably. 48. A song that no matter the mood, it’ll make you smile? Maneater by Hall and Oates, Butt Town by Iggy Pop, Beat On The Brat by The Ramones, Funky Man by Dee Dee King 49. Lord of the Rings or the Hobbit? With the movies LOTR with the books The Hobbit. 50. Deadpool or Wolverine? Deadpool 51. Grumpy Cat or Marnie the Dog? Marnie the dog 52. Favorite Pokemon? Tyrunt My question: Fallout 3 or Fallout New Vegas? I tag anyone that wants to do this! If you see this and want to do it I have tagged you and you must do it!
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How To Wear Puffer Jacket? 31 Chic Outfits With Puffer Jackets Outfit Trends - Ideas How to Wear & What to Wear
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How To Wear Puffer Jacket? 31 Chic Outfits With Puffer Jackets
How to Wear Puffer Jackets For Women? Oh the weather outside is frightful, but that doesn’t mean we can’t continue to look delightful (ly fashionable). Even when its bone-chilling cold with temperatures in the teens (bbbrrrr), many ladies really don’t want to skip fashion for warmth.
But we have very good news – it is possible to wear a puffer jacket and not look frumpy and out of style. Believe it or not, you can look and feel unstoppable in a puffer jacket. According to a recent Boston Globe piece, “Any woman who has shopped for a puffer understands there are tiny style distinctions that take on outsized importance, which sometimes allow a woman to think her coat is — however marginally — cute: The slightest shaping at the waist. A faux fur ruff around the hood. A sophisticated silhouette.“
What To Wear With Puffer Jackets
Here are more than two dozen ways to brave the elements this winter and remain super stylish while wearing a puffer jacket.
↓ 31. Go for the gold!
The Skyler down filled bomber jacket by Sam-NYC is crafted from a densely woven nylon. The surface has been treated to obtain a lacquered look. It is lightweight, yet protective of wind and water, and filled with goose down to achieve warmth and an ultra-soft feel. The jacket features a raccoon fur trimmed hood, center front zip closure with snap placket, 2 lower pockets, a knit waistband, and spandex thumbhole cuffs. This pretty little number will cost you a suggested retail price of $695.00.
↓ 30. Champagne Tastes on a Beer Budget
You can never go wrong in a neutral monochromatic coat, especially one that comes from H&M for as little as $124. Pair with asos high waist jeans, Nike air max thea sneakers, a.p.c geneve bag, and who what wear collection top. You’ll look like a million bucks while barely even trying. And have money left over to splurge on guilty little pleasures, like lattes, all month long.
↓ 29. Living in a Material World
How cool were the 1980’s?! Channelling Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, Boy George & Culture Club. Life would be so much better if neon pink could reappear in every decade! This jacket brights up your complexion and turns you into a ray of sunshine. The best part is, it’ll be super easy to identify which coat is yours at the end of the night.
↓ 28. Jewel Tones
Sometimes we just need a break from basic black. Michael Kors understands this and offers this winter coat in rich jewelled hues which can easily be matched to your amethyst and emeralds. Treat yourself to a matching mani too! You’ll sparkle like the precious gem you are.
↓ 27. Go big or go home!
Stay toasty warm from head to toe. This belted “puffy compilation” from Imgur lets you flaunt your tiny waist and not look like a big shapeless blimb. Dress it up with pumps, boots with a kitten heel or keep your feet planted firmly on the ground in a pair of Uggs or fashionable kicks.
↓ 26. Show The World You Have the Winter Blues
The colour blue is having a moment in home décor. Pinterest boards full of cobalt blue kitchens. Fashion follows the interior design. Step out looking boho chic in this warm 90% duck down warm parka quilted coat. Best part if the removable scarf. On sale for only $125.55 at Boho Gipsy Store.
↓ 25. Sorry, I Wanted to Stay in Bed
For those cold, raw days when you really wish you could stay under your duvet covers, throw on this stunning coat from Add. Changing out of your oh so comfy pyjamas is optional.
↓ 24. Pinkies Up, Dutchess
Let them question if you’re part of the royal family in this majestic purple hooded winter white duck down jacket with natural fox fur collar. It’s even available in plus sizes. They will be shocked if you tell them it’s only $217.27 at AliExpress.
↓ 23. Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery
Wish your closet could be filled with Balenciaga, but worried if you can even afford this month’s rent payment? The Orolay is the thickened $100 down jacket that looks a little bit Balenciaga, a little bit Sacai, and is selling like hotcakes. I spotted three women checking into spin class on the upper east side of Manhattan, New York City this morning. Snag it for only $99 (was $250, now 60% off) at Amazon.
↓ 22. Keep Your Hands in Your Pockets
C’mon, admit it, what girl doesn’t go crazy when they realize their dress has actual pockets?!? The H-line Casual Pockets Hoodie Coat offers front pockets. What a score! Gloves optional. Did we mention this jacket has front pockets?!?
↓ 21. Eye See You
Ward away fromthe evil eye and make sure everyone is watching you closely while prancing through the streets in this very noticeable puffer from Rivaynyc.com | Rivay® Official. Pairs nicely with a classic Chanel bag. The girl who wears this is certainly an “It Girl” wanting to be viewed, admired, appreciated and remembered.
↓ 20. Headed to the Gym
Puffer jackets are the perfect way to winterize athleisure, which continues to be so in style right now. This Aritzia super puff jacket comes in so many different colors options. The key to styling the perfect puffer jacket is to get one that is slightly cropped, because it emphasizes your waistline and creates a feminine silhouette.
↓ 19. Wine Time
Easily a perfect jacket to throw on before a girl’s wine night out or meeting friends at the pub. Pairs well with black pants and heels. It’s practical and unfussy, even if you’re not.
↓ 18. Grading on a Bell Curve
This trusty quilted Alice + Olivia is by far my absolute favorite. The jacket means serious business both in terms of warmth and sensational style. The bell curve on the hips adds just the perfect amount of flounce and flair. A great pair of shoes is all that’s needed. What’s she’s wearing underneath is meaningless because this detailed jacket screams, “Here comes a fashion plate.”
↓ 17. Green with Envy
Strut yourself in a big bold emerald green jacket and skinny black stirrups. It’s almost possible to feel the heat radiating off of this classy lady. This seriously could be Meaghan Markle in her pre-Dutchess days. Do you see the resemblance?
↓ 16. It’s a Long Shot
The long puffer is a must-have staple in every female’s closet. It protects you all around, exposing only a tiny portion of your legs. Keep that part of your legs covered in heavy tights or thick wool pants. There’s no better option for those living in a city with lots of precipitation and/or low temperatures. Feel free to take a bold chance on your shoes and accessories since the majority of your body will be covered up the coat. Puffer coat + cropped jeans + ankle boots equals a winning equation every time. Now you do the math.
↓ 15. If You See a Shiny Penny, Pick it Up…All Day Long You’ll Have Good Luck
Glossy magazines will never be completely out of Vogue. There’s something so rich, luxurious, eye-catching and worthy of shine and that definitely includes shiny nylon down jackets. This is a bespoke shiny/PVC/vinyl down winter coat which is made of high-quality 4-way stretch vinyl. It has an oil slick look with really smooth touch (latex imitation). In a class by itself and not your usual nylon puffer. You may think it looks familiar because it mimics the Moncler style, but is much more glossy.
↓ 14. Even Runway Models Walk on Paved Streets
An eccentric design could really polish a plain, boring coat. Gigi Hadid provides us with some awesome tips with this bold, sassy and comfy puffer coat. Remember that you don’t have to put too much effort with your other clothing because the coat itself can do the magic. Just like that, you can look effortlessly chic.
↓ 13. Walk as if You are a Painting in a Museum
Patterns can be risky, but there’s just something so beautiful and unique about this White Floral Turtleneck Long Sleeve Coat. Definitely meant for the condifent fashionista who wants to stand out from the crowd and differ from the masses all huddled togethjer in their basic, boring, black winter gear.
↓ 12. Make Love, Not War
This camo puffer jacket from Denim & Supply Ralph Lauren Down Snorkel Jacket is guaranteed to keep you toasty warm. It’s also available in a men’s version, if you want to twin with your mate. Requires nothing more than a chic pair of jeans and rugged combat boots. Spend less time getting ready and much more fun having fun.
↓ 11. You’re Making Me Blush
Puffer jackets with a slim silhouette like this blush pink renew lightweight puffer jacket prove endlessly versatile. Simply toss it on over workout gear on your way to or from the gym, or style it with a sweater and your favorite jeans for the perfect, low-key weekend look. The mock neck collar complements so many different layers, from turtlenecks, to crewneck shirts, to button downs, to hooded sweatshirts. Add a little extra warmth on cooler days by wearing it over a simple cashmere sweater. Pure perfection.
↓ 10. Two Tone
This two tone puffer is so attractive and easy on the eye. Roll up the sleeves for an extra pop of color. I can’t help but wondering if it’s reversible. That would mean two fabulous coats for the price of one!
↓ 9. Mid-Length
Mid-length jackets can be worn by any type of individuals, whether you are a plus size or a petite woman. The length still keeps the whole ensemble more flattering because it provides a complimentary balance. She looks put together in a pair of black leggings, big handbag and eye-catchy boots.
↓ 8. It’s a Cinch
Puffer coats with belts are really attractive and convenient. You can manipulate the comfort and style level by adjusting the belt. This accessory promises that you will never have a hard time finding the perfect fit because the coat itself is adjustable. Zippers and belts are a fantastic combination to lay emphasis on your body.
↓ 7. If you got it, flaunt it!
From the upper to the bottom, you can certainly affirm that this girl knows how to style a puffer coat. The design of the top and the colors of the coat perfectly mesh together. And oh, the flare long jeans were ideal match to the mini short puffer jacket.
↓ 6. Don’t Skirt the Issue
One might wonder: can you pair a puffer jacket with a skirt? Apparently so! (All while keeping your legs warm too!)
↓ 5. Mad for Plaid
Plaid is always current. Bring it out for hayrides and bonfires in the crisp fall weather. Add a red or green scarf for a true festive holiday feel in December. Rest assured, you don’t look like a lumberjack. But you may just get picked up by one.
↓ 4. Got a Problem with the Paparazzi?
Hmmm, is it possible that the puffer coat has made its comeback courtesy of celebs being spotted in them right before stripping off for red carpet event to get photographed in their revealing dresses? Or, because it’s this jacket they choose to wear when running errands in cold temperatures and hiding from the paparazzi? Well… they’re obviously wearing them for style reasons.
↓ 3. Don’t Throw Shade at Me
What if I told you all you all need is a great pair of shades to compliment your puffer coat. So stick your chest out a bit more and stay incognito hidden behind a great pair of sunglasses that flatter your face.
↓ 2. Countdown to Spring
Better days are coming. They’re called spring and summer. Let winter know you are breaking up with him. Show him, it’s not you, but I’m gravitating towards warmer weather filled with lilacs and pretty flowers.
↓ 1. Invest in Your Future
If you can afford it, go above the budget and treat yourself to a timeless and classic beauty such as Moncler, Canada Goose, etc. Be vigilant about taking extra good care of it and plan to pass it along to your daughter once she’s grown into it. Because when your daughter covets your clothing, you know you’re a super cool mom! Now if only she could give you her perfect skin.
Bundle up, stay warm and have the best winter ever!
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Methods sexy mini dress to dress just like a French girl this wintertime
As a delivered and carefully bred Parisienne, We've always been hit by the way Uk women therefore passionately stick to dress requirements. How drink dresses are for drinks, tracksuits are for exercising and nightdresses are just for sleeping. France women are precisely the opposing. Evening dresses make great beachwear, sensible pyjamas are better put on as a tux and workout is a mere reason to show out of your latest Isabel marant sneakers trainers. Neglecting to agree to a homogeneous is seen as refined, daily level of resistance: trends are just there to become reshuffled and reappropriated.
Simply look at Caroline de sexy mini dress Maigret, Lou Doillon or Charlotte now Gainsbourg: all of them master the ability of effortless combine. As for the wintertime season, it could a no brainer for all of us: in a nation that beliefs intellectual style over sexiness (and exactly where, let's encounter it, macho culture causes it to be impossible to demonstrate cleavage at the street), we all tend to end up being rather protected up all year long. Christmas trendy is merely a continuation of the usual design, give or take a shawl or two. And the great news is, anyone can get it done, even in the event that they've by no means set feet on Gallic turf. This is how.
Going skiingWe hate the thought of wearing a part of clothing mainly because it's useful, which makes wintertime dressing challenging. We hate skiwear, however we love to skiing! The aim is certainly to make no matter what you put upon look like a stylistic choice let me give you. I remember visiting the north pole within a Claudie Pierlot bomber Beam, jacket and a complementing beanie hat-Bans. I think my Inuit instruction is still having a laugh at myself. On the inclines, you can quietly accessorise: state, a Jessica Marot beanie hat, using its trademark material plate that bears a literary juga. This way, you are able to tell the entire resort that although you are able to barely stand on two skis, your understanding of existentialism is flawless.
For après-ski, never end up being caught deceased wearing a fleece jacket. Instead, go for baggy 501 jeans below which you can privately wear dense tights. Set those with an oversized sheepskin jacket and a customized scarf simply by fantastic indie label Cardiovascular Heart Center. And conceptual sunglasses. Also, tanning is definitely tacky; prevent it at any cost. Your skin will be glad in a 10 years.
New Year's EveIt's OKAY to have a great time, just as long as it shouldn't show an excessive amount of. Partying, like party clothing, is extremely modest. We want to signify "fun" by selecting a single, decadent element. For instance , this could be you a chance to pull out individuals lamé apple green Pierre Hardy pumps you bought upon sale and haven't handled since. Naturally , if you do therefore , never set them with a dress: as well obvious, muy bien sûr. Rather, try slim, high-waisted dark jeans, a slouchy blazer and a hint of cleavage. You are able to throw in a hint of luxury, as well. I personally like my baseball glove clutch simply by Perrin Paris, france for its minor S& Meters connotation (also, it is wide enough to keep a pair of ballet flats pertaining to when I await a taxi cab for one hour in the freezing cold).
Going to operate the snowWhen it comes to snow, long sleeve midi dress Paris is much like London; snow instantaneously becomes black blend. This is where the similarities end, though, since over right here, French ladies forget completely about pumps and choose solid man classics -- I specifically like these cooperation brogues through the Broken Provide and Adieu because distinctive rubber bottoms that prevent you from breaking your neck when you rundown metro stairways. You can enable yourself to put on trainers occasionally, but only when they are impeccably white (for which I suggest Crepe protector).
No matter how cool it is, by no means touch a Michelin Man-style puffer coat. Here is what I actually do instead: We wear a complete, mid-season clothing, say a shirt, a jumper and a jeans jacket. We top everything with a big man's coating (AMI's little size functions perfectly to get a medium-sized woman). Alternatively, should you be broke, you can purchase a giant, classic man's fleece trench coat that you keep close with a leather-based belt. And tell everybody it is Céline.
Shopping for Xmas presents Xmas shopping. Picture: instagramThis may be the time to check out Frenchcore, or Gallic normcore: both low-key and shamelessly decadent. Put on Stan Jones trainers, mens trousers, a thin, cashmere or merino jumper and envelop your self in the largest faux-fur coating you can find. Also, the mega-warmth of the coat (which it is simple to take off) helps you adjust to the constant modify of temp between the roads and the shops. Remember to consider canvas carry bags (preferably with a pretentious cultural statement) with you - plastic-type bags really are a no-no.
We especially like designer Etienne Deroeux pertaining to his easy-to-wear, masculin-féminin fundamentals (pictured), ideal for running around just like a vache folle.
Christmas grâce à the family members JacquemusChristmas may be the time you find away half the Parisiennes who are around you actually originate from a town the size of my wallet. In my case, it intended travelling to an Austrian hamlet called Kleegraben to visit my elderly grandma. In any case, it really is a time if you have to appearance chic however, not trendy towards the point of terrifying all of your relatives. You need to look reputable enough to prevent any queries regarding your like life, lovemaking orientation or nightlife practices. Tell your self you are in a nouvelle vague film: I like to put on a long, buttoned-up white clothing, a big cashmere jumper and flat footwear. And inform myself We am Ould - Karina. Simply no visible make-up, minimal jewelry and a minimal ponytail is definitely mandatory -- for which you make up with really special Bardot hammer. Le Moine Tricote is definitely a preferred of my own - quietly conceptual knitwear pieces which will get parent and selfie approval.
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Trend Alert
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I wanted to write a post about New York Fashion Week and particularly the street style around New York at this time because as much as we all wish we were in the front row like Trevor Noah we understand that it’s the things on the streets of New York that will and have already influenced bloggers and influencers style. Now some might say that South African influencers and bloggers influence the rest of the world, I mean we too had Fashion Week in the city of gold not soo long ago, but we do have to look at the different and chic style that is walking the streets of New York.
So just to take it a step for a second, New York fashion week is when everyone who is fashion finest come and showcase their collection and for each designer inspirations comes from all different places. From Alexander Wang to Calvin Klein, Christian Siriano, Michael Kors and let’s not forget the baddest in the game Rihanna but like I said it’s the people on the streets of New York that I really want to focus on, although celebrities are not asking who are they wearing, I think personally I love to see how influencers and bloggers take what they see on the runway and interpret it off the runway and put it on for us.
So, I’ve gone to everyone’s second or first favourite place depending on who you talk to and checked out some cool bloggers who are walking the styles of New York Fashion in the streets and I’ve highlighted a few trends which I think you’ll #MOSDEF see on bloggers, influencers and even retail stores OR you have already seen them and you like #Damn I’m soo on trend #LoL
You will see below some of the trends that are walking the streets of NYC currently so let’s discuss shall we;
Statement Tees
We have been a lot of statement tees. From really cute saying to tees that support the powerful women generation that is here so those are so on trend right now and I think they are really cool, they can be paired in both a street style way, a great pair of ripped jeans and a sneaker or even a heel and you are good to go OR you can pair the statement tee with a powerful suit and you’re not only really on trend but really chic. is a tend I think we’ll see more of.
70’s
Whether you were around or not, 70’s is back and I think it’s awesome. I love the florals print and also the flowy silk dressing. This is a very chic outfit but can be taken from day to night very easily and the versatility of this trend is pretty cool. Wore correctly you can look super #Dope
Similar or the same colour
I don’t about you but I always thought that you should never wear the same colour on the top and the bottom or even a similar colour. It almost felt like a uniform and I was never a fan of that. Well I guess that idea has gone out the window, because now same colour outfits are in and no it doesn’t look like a uniform and no it doesn’t look like you are part of a marching band, it’s actually really on trend and wore correctly I think would look really cool. I personally think the trick is to wore the same colour however both must not outshine the other but instead complement each other.
Similar colours are also in and I think this is more my trend, personally. A great silk blouse with grey or even dark blue jeans with a statement jacket and you are good to go and as you know I’m all about simplicity and undercover sexy (Hmm I think I’m going to start using that more often #LoL)
Trench and Sneak
GUYS!!! You need to know now, I love an olive trench OMG, I’m truly obsessed with a trench coat and the longer the trench the more fabulous although you know that they would be those people who don’t respect that awesomeness and just step on the longer trench #RollingEyes on those people BUT #Seriously I LOVE a good olive trench #Seriously and during NYFWof the streets showed a lot trench and sneaker style now like I said some of these trends you would have already come through or been happening for months now but I’m just showing you what the busy city of NYC are doing too. I love a good sneaker and to add a trench is such a trend (See what I did there) I will be doing this!
Fanny pack
I’m going to be honest with yal, I #Seriously don’t get this trench but love people who can pull it off really well. The fanny pack is back BUT not around your waist but instead over your shoulder. I saw this A LOT on IG during Joburg Fashion Week and like I said I don’t get it but I think if you can pull it off and you look #Dope doing it and #NoLies the bloggers and influencers who are doing it are doing it really well. My advice is make sure it’s a classic fanny pack and that it is the focus of your outfit and you can pull it off because let’s be real people, we all can’t but regardless it’s a trend you will definitely be seeing more on the streets of Jozi.
Pyjamas Day Suit
Again, this is a trend I’m soo here for. I love a good Pj day suit and the importance of this is that nothing must take away from the suit so keep everything else super simple. I have one and obsessed with trend. It’s easy, cool and soo undercover sexy. Again, it’s very simple but still super stylish and work soo easy from day to night.
SOOO that was just some of the trend that are moving in NYC and were seen by bloggers and influencers during fashion week. TRUST there SOOO many more and some of you might think that these have BEEN here for a while but remember these are trends that were seen during New York Fashion Week that I think are cool.
I hope you enjoyed this Style read. I had fun 😊
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Jeans and Denim Clothing – a Quick Introduction
Jeans and Denim Clothing – a Quick Introduction
In regards to double denim for those guys, there aren’t as several choices or pairings because there are for those ladies, however, I think double denim on men may look even superior than it does on women! Most men think that following fashion trends ought to be left to women. As a traditional casual wear, the most frequent men’s jeans are basic blue jeans that are acceptable for virtually every guy on the planet.
With even a little contribution of denim, it is possible to smartly completely change your style for the day. It is dependent on what you team it with to make your own special style statement. A biker look in that circumstance is an excellent option.
Before you are aware of it, your simple denim placemats, could grow to be a booming on-line craft enterprise! You can even mix up unique pairs of jeans, to find various shades of blue. Jeans with lycra are much more comfortable.
If you’re just beginning your own clothing line, you probably have a budget to follow, and hiring an expert designer to make your logo can be a bit too pricey. Both of these trendy on-line clothing stores provide a vast selection of merchandise for women everywhere. On-line shopping provide you with the ideal shopping experience since you can sit and relax and shop at your house in your pyjamas.
Additionally, the prices for these jeans are extremely competitive, and they’re going to be much affordable that you enhance your wardrobe. The denim business is a multi-million-dollar enterprise. Trendy teen clothing does not have any limitations regarding creativity.
Instead of giving up on wearing whatever you love, you are able to keep rocking it using a completely new style. The aforementioned club outfit ideas would definitely visit your rescue, in the event you go blank at the previous moment. For men that are short, finding the ideal pair of denims can always be an issue.
Forever 21 is a recognized and popular company across the world. Frequently, brands can likewise be treated as the very first consideration to look at in the event you know your physique well as well as what you are really searching for. Denim has survived all of the time since its discovery as a result of simple fact that it’s affordable and at exactly the same time does not compromise on the caliber of the fabric that is durable.
The War Against Jeans and Denim Clothing
Remember if you choose bright and bold colours, keep your accessories and shoes subtle, it merely completes your complete ensemble. Selecting the right jewelry for your outfit is really important and within this section, we give you ideas on how to pick the perfect jewelry for each and every occasion. Delivery is international.
Top Jeans and Denim Clothing Secrets
Have a fur handbag with you as you run to the grocery shop or wear a full fur ensemble for an enjoyable night out. In case you are a large and tall professional, you may be asked to adhere to a strict dress code at work. It is a very simple addition with amazing impact and one of our favourite sweatshirt makeovers.
The denim ought to be tugged within the boot, something that’s easily possible. It is definitely feasible to find cheaper jeans. They are very popular now.
You couldn’t locate an easier, or cuter, poncho to result in your doll. You could also put on a brief bolero jacket above a neon colored dress to put in a bit of oomph.
The cut of the top another major feature to center on. The 3 snap buttons is a bit various detail. You can now coax them into wearable form.
With bell bottoms you’ll be able to test out numerous washes and shades. If you prefer to create a corset yourself, all you’ve got to do is to receive a complimentary pattern online and adhere to the directions. Add a few embellishments in the shape of studs and sequins and you’ll have your own distinct parcel of clothing.
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