#classic old frill

[keepsakesloft]

Have some birbs!

Fenris (fka Frodo), Coyote, Ginkgo, and Kestrel!

#pigeonblr #birblr #pet pigeon #pet pigeons #classic old frill #kestrel #coyote #Fenris #ginkgo #slice of life #around the loft

[janabyrd]

Introducing Bumblebee, AKA Bee! I purchased her from Renaissance Loft to be a companion for Cricket as my life gets busier. She arrived just a few days ago and is settling in well! I can't wait to share her growing up

#bee the pigeon #pigeon #bird #pet pigeon #baby pigeon #classic old frill

[nergiigantes]

Lesbians on my door

#pigeons #pigeon #fancy pigeons #fancy pigeon #classic old frill #lucerne gold collar #carmello :) #precious aurene

[viviere]

dreams of winter

#snow #beacon #pigeon #bird #Classic Old Frill #birdblr

[lichdolly]

Millefleurs - Velveteen 4-Tier Back Frill OP (2002)

#we’ve achieved…. ultimate crust…. #millefleurs #gothic lolita #old school lolita #classic lolita #egl fashion #egl #egl community #elegant gothic lolita #lolita fashion #goth fashion #lolita community #kawaii fashion #alt fashion #jfashion #harajuku fashion #lolita dress #velveteen dreams #velveteen 4-tier back frill op #my post tag

[runawaycarouselhorse]

#The Curse of Kazuo Umezu #lace curtains #Kazuo Umezu #classic anime #nightgowns #frills and lace #I love the shoujo influence on on old horror #Lamees' screencaps

[henneseyhoe]

The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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#black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #black!reader #masterlist #black reader #black!fem!reader #black!oc #michael b. jordan fic #michael b jordan smut #michael b jordan fanfic #michael b. jordan #michael b jordan x reader #killmonger fic #king killmonger #erik killmonger fanfiction #killmonger smut #killjoy #henneseyhoe #black actors

[toxicanonymity]

Dear lovely Toxic I know Lincoln Joel is a pain in your ass but could you provide us with any of his favorite things (besides eliminating male competition and being a creep) like his favorite music, colors, what he likes to see Peaches wearing? 💜 Ty I'm just a lowly whore for lore 🖤🖤🖤😘

of course 🍑 | left in lincoln

He likes classic rock and also has a taste for 80s-90s pop when the mood strikes. A few of his favorites are Cream, Jefferson Airplane, Simon & Garfunkel, and Whitney Houston. Blondie is also special since Peaches likes it.

I think he would love to pull out some old records and tell peaches all about the bands.

He likes to wear dark greens, blues, and neutrals.

He would love to see peaches in a red house dress. Maybe some Scarlett lipstick.

He's finding that he likes solid color dresses for her because they let her features shine without distraction. But he likes feminine details like eyelets and frills. His taste is a bit old fashioned.

He loves learning how to improve his gardening and farming and has some interest in botany.

He likes fixing things up. He would be down to fix up the whole neighborhood. He would love to see the fences whiter, etc. He's of the same mind as Frank in that respect.

But part of the reason he likes fixing things up and improving things is about control. Like as soon as he moved into the Adlers house he painted the door black, marking his territory.

Imagine him fixing up the empty town, basically treating it like a miniature village. In a different world I could see him into miniatures.

#lincoln!ask #joel miller headcanon #dark!joel miller #lincoln!joel #toxask #we're on decent terms rn believe it or not

[dinoburger]

"gender affirming clown costume" sounds like a joke but it's so real. I have tumblr's queer community to thank for encouraging me to experiment with clothes.

there's a difference between "the dress" and the dress, "the dress" is such a huge turning point for a lot of trans people because dresses are so polarizing by virtue of being the item that society uses to define women - you can tell by looking at any bathroom sign

you embrace the dress and embrace femininity, or reject it and unbecome a woman

but then, you enter queer communities, and the dichotomy ceases to be "masculine and feminine", it becomes cowboys, punks, punk-cowboys, drag kings and queens, leather lovers, butches, floral shirts and mullets... the dress is defined by genre, crossing genre and experimentation, a form of play

I'm like many trans people, "the dress" was a turning point for me, when I decided I wanted to be out as nonbinary I threw all my old dresses into a box and stuffed that box into the back of my wardrobe. I couldn't stomach "embracing femininity" the way it felt everyone wanted me to. But, I was also done just wearing baggy old hand-me-downs because the thought of "dressing up" was too restrictive.

This is where my classic button up shirt and vest look came in, because dapperness didn't have that strict dichotomy. Over the years I find myself asking less "do I want to dress masculine or feminine?" and more, "do I want to dress like someone's gay dad today, or like a punk, or like something in-between?" as I broaden my style and play with it more.

you think less "someone might mistake me for a woman :(" and more "I look like a badass butch B)" - it takes a lot of the sting out of it

so for the costumes I've been putting together, I didn't want to just order a costume, I wanted to assemble it myself, give myself room to mix and match too. In doing so... I took the box out of the wardrobe. I used the frill of an old dress for the frill of my jester.

Suddenly, it's not "the dress", it's not womens' clothing, it's part of the dress. It's funny clown clothes!

it's really true what they say about your exploration of gender deepening the more comfortable you are with yourself, that you don't have to force yourself through a static lens of gender... you can be a clown instead :)

[todaysbird]

todays bird is everything bagel, the classic old frill pigeon!

#todays bird #submission #bird #birblr

[eyesxxyou]

Hobie has a bunch of common rock doves. He loves them, cherishes them but they re not really fit to be messenger birds.

He's rescued several pet pigeons, rehoming some to his friends so they can also send him messages but also offering them to people looking to home new species.

He's got a danzing highflier from an exotic pet collector who he fought one time. He's got an american show racer from someone who loved to illegally race pigeons and was known for killing any pigeons that lost. He also once found a classic old frill pigeon in a small cage in an abandoned building. He wasn't at his best but Hobie took him in and nursed him back to health.

But his absolute favourite and his main messenger and sidekick is this English Carrier he called Dominique. That same spelling. It is the ugliest pigeon you'll ever find on EARTH. English carriers are kinda ugly in general but the one he has is just fugly to the point it's worrying. But he LOVES this lil guy to death. Literally the favourite, he'll sneak dried fruits and special seeds into his meals (he does the same for all the other pigeons but for some reason he's the most secretive with Dominique.)

When you start dating him, he keeps a sharp eye on you. To a suspicious degree. You're constantly asking him what he's upto- what he's planning but he just waves you off.

And then one day he comes to your house with a decently sized wooden bird cage, bird food, appropiate litter, four small bowls and two pigeons.

A Mourning Dove and a Lucerne.

You're quick to ask him where he got them from. Chasing after him to try get an answer. The Mourning Dove is pretty easy to find, you can admit. But a Lucerne??? How???????

Up till this day he hasn't told you. But they're your sweethearts.

When he wants to "wife" you up (despite the gender), he calls up a favour from an old friend and brings home a new little addition.

A turtle dove.

CRYING, THIS MAKES ME MISS MY BUDGIES FOR SOME REASON

#{eye's inbox} #{👁️ inbox} #🐘 anon

[keepsakesloft]

Bucky! A curious little imp.

They are so silly! They wanted to explore and did not want to stay still! That’s okay, little one!

Part of the reason why we use things like the Photo Booth is to expose our youngsters to novel/new situations! It helps us learn which birds are best suited to which homes for our adopters. Bucky is very outgoing and curious, and can be a little bit of a trickster - whereas birds like Autumn (below) are much more reserved and slower to approach a new situation.

When a bird seems too shut down or at all apprehensive of the new experience, we remove them from the situation and let them calm down. It’s all on their terms! It also gives them a chance to learn that new things aren’t always scary or bad.

#pigeonblr #birblr #pet pigeon #classic old frill #pet pigeons #Bucky #Cosmo x Squire #Autumn #Phoenix x Maple

[janabyrd]

i love my orbs

#pigeon #pet pigeon #classic old frill #pet bird #cricket the pigeon #bee the pigeon

[nergiigantes]

First time shes been up there. Its usually calcifer blinding me with the lamp.

#pigeon #fancy pigeon #old classic frill #old classic frill pigeon #carmello :)

[velvetwyrme]

So I saw the instrument ask and I hope this is cool to drop this question I’ve been puzzling over. If not just ignore this. I don’t have anyone else to theorize with.

I read a fic where all the au! Skeletons end up in the og world on the surface (classic scenario.) They use nicknames for each other but they have to register “legal” names with the government (for jobs and licenses etc.) Sans and Papyrus are already taken so they use other font names as for it. Ever since I’ve read it I can’t decide what names each would go by and I want your opinion.

There are only two I’ve decided on:

Swapfell Sans - Garamond

Underfell Papyrus - Roman (from times new Roman obvs)

But I’m going crazy trying to decide on any others and I seek your counsel.

I have a list of possible fonts but I don’t want to drop it on you because this ask is already kinda long but if you do want it I’ll send it. Sorry again for the text dump.

IT'S ABSOLUTELY ALRIGHT <333 I'd love to see if I can help out any :o!! (*grabby hands* GIMME LIST. I LOVE LISTS.)

What are your criteria and thoughts for picking fonts👀? Is it just Vibes or are there any specific reasons for the ones you've chosen so far :?

I really like Roman for UF!Papyrus... sharp, tight and snappy- full of straight lines and points... free of frills and loops but still stylish in it's own right! Also somewhat disliked in certain spaces PLUS it has the inherent correlation between the Romans [empire] and UF!Papyrus' role in the royal guard !

Tangentially related, I found an article by the NY Times (coincidence? I think not!! /lh /j) that's just all about Garamond (the font), and it's especially fun to read with the context of Swapfell!Sans

"And where some see elegance, others perceive fussiness. There’s a stereotype associated with the sort of person who loves Garamond: The Garamond Guy, if you will, is irritatingly uptight, so certain of his own profundity that his words must be conveyed with the weight of a 500-year-old French typeface."

Source

#i feel like ive probably read that same fic... #esp. if SF!Sans' brother was called Palatino lol #sorry i havent given any help yet im reclining on a fancy fainting couch and batting my eyelids at u because i love getting asks- #-except instead of looking cool and or sexy i just look a bit like a limp noodle draped over the cushions. what was i saying #i also went thru a crisis abt what legal names to give the skeletons a while back lol #i didnt go anywhere with it because it is relevant for 1 (one) scene and thats it so i just named sf!sans Sans Serif #purely because i think he was the first to get the paperwork done and classic sans' legal name is either- #- 'comic sans' or 'sans' (all lowercase) #velwy.txt #inbox #anon #do i need to make a tag for these lol #mindmortar

[lichdolly]

Heart-E - Frill Sailor OP in pink (2005)

#heart e #sweet lolita #classic lolita #lolita fashion #sailor lolita #egl fashion #egl community #egl #old school lolita #jfashion #kawaii fashion #op #frill sailor op (heart-e) #my post tag