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newestcool · 9 months

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Cindy Crawford 1990 Photographer Arthur Elgort Newest Cool

#newestcool #newest cool #Cindy Crawford #Arthur elgort #Arthur elgort photography #90s editorial #fashion editorial #fashion photography #model portrait #fashion portrait #fashion shot #beauty shot #90s model #supermodel era #supermodels #90s supermodels #90s supermodel #90s aesthetic

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kitschykitschykoo · 6 months

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Stilettos...

#icon #legend #camp #kitsch #diva #cult #star #fashion shot #glamour

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echera · 1 year

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Photograph by Nick Knight.

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twinsfawn · 18 days

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HUNTER SCHAFER SHOT BY BRYCE ANDERSON FOR GQ

#lots of people have posted this photoshoot i just liked this shot as a standalone #hunter schafer #fashion #photography #gq magazine

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nyc-looks · 1 month

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Maya, 25

“Everything is second hand/thrifted: pleated wool skirt, purple zip pullover (Surf Style), Nike AF1s, lime green vintage Toucan Sam Adidas tee, matching knit legwarmers and hood, denim crossbody purse and polkadot trench coat hanging over it. My style is inspired by color/patterns/silhouettes and my personal art projects. I love to mix different aesthetics in an unconventional and unexpected way. I try to wear 2 to 3 statement pieces in each look.“

Mar 9, 2024 ∙ Chelsea

#nyc looks #street style #street fashion #street snap #street shot #style #outfit #secondhand #thrifted

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hauntedbystorytelling · 2 months

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Jewelry by Salvador Dalí modeled by Madelle Hegeler, June 1959, by an anonymous American (?) photographer | src Fostinum view on wordPress

#dali #surrealism #fashion photography #Madelle Hegeler #salvador dali #headshot #jewelry #jewellery #fotografía de moda #fotografia di moda #Modefotografie #photographie de mode #fotografia de moda #low angle shot #salvadoe dalí #1950s #eye #surrealisme #surrealist artist

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oliviasonlineworld · 2 months

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Loving my curves. Do you?

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merchelsea · 7 months

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just maybe - lewis hamilton

pairing: ex!lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: lewis misses what you used to be, and what a better way to show it than showing up, drunk, at your house?

author’s note: felt like writing lewis today because not enough people do!

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you lay on your couch, your phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed for what felt like the thousandth time that day. you knew there wouldn't be anything new, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been in the same position all day, unable to shake off the melancholy that had settled over you.

it had all started because you wanted to watch a romantic movie, a harmless way to pass the time. but as the movie played on, you found yourself crying, wishing desperately for a happy ending like the one onscreen. you and lewis used to have those moments, those beautiful moments that now only existed in your memories.

every scene in the movie triggered a bittersweet memory. they weren't sad memories, per se, but the fact that they were over made them so. you decided it was time to stop torturing yourself, to stop watching movies that made you cry over your ex, and to simply wait for something to happen. but, of course, nothing did.

that is, until you heard a series of knocks on your door. you rushed to answer it, expecting it to be a friend or maybe your sister. but when you laid eyes on the familiar brown ones you had been crying over just hours ago, shock coursed through you.

"heeeeey," lewis slurred, clearly intoxicated. fate seemed to be playing a cruel prank on you.

you stared at him for a few moments before finally finding your voice. "what the heck are you doing here?" you asked, blocking his path from entering your home.

lewis smirked knowingly. "oh, didn't seb warn you?" he said, referring to his friend vettel, who must have sent you a message the moment he knew lewis was drunk and thinking about you.

because that's what happened when he got drunk. he'd think back to your relationship and regret every detail that had gone wrong. vettel always thought lewis would try to contact you, but he never had the courage to do it—until today.

lewis had qualified third in a race after a series of unfortunate events, finally giving him a shot at victory. but, unpredictably, he had to retire from the race on the first lap.

"I missed you." lewis confessed, leaning against your doorframe as if aware of how powerful those words were.

"you don't know what you're saying, lewis," you sighed. you had spent the last seven months dreaming of hearing those words from him, but this was not how you imagined it.

"oh, I know exactly what I'm saying. believe me," he insisted.

"you're drunk!" you retorted.

"and? that doesn't change the fact that I think about you all the time. about us. about what we used to be," he said, refusing to give up.

you stood there silently, thinking he would back off if you didn't give him a hint of what you were feeling. but of course he had other plans. you sighed and stepped back from the door, allowing lewis to enter. he leaned against the closed door, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his.

"I miss you when I'm at the simulator, and you're not there to beat my ass. I miss you when I go to lunch and forget to eat because I'm distracted by your smile. I miss you when toto speaks german, and we don't make jokes about it. I miss you when I'm walking, and our legs aren't in sync. I miss you when I wear my hats, and you're not there to steal them. I miss you when I see a cat on the streets, and you don't try to convince me to adopt it. I miss you when Max wins, and you're not there to congratulate him."

you were rendered speechless. every word he uttered, as he gazed deeply into your eyes, pierced your heart. you couldn't look away, but you feared that if you continued to stare, you wouldn't be able to let him go.

"I know I seem drunk, but this is the most truthful thing I've said in, like, forever. it's been almost eight months, and I still miss you in everything I do," he finally stood up and, somehow, managed to get closer to you. "tell me you don't miss me, and I'll never bother you again."

you took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. it was clear he had been drinking, but not enough to make him drunk. his little play could fool everyone, but it would never fool you.

you knew you missed him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't sure if it was the right thing to say. maybe, just maybe, he needed to move on, to find someone else who fit into his life.

but then, a voice inside your head reminded you that if he hadn't moved on after seven months without any contact, he probably wouldn't after eight. you couldn't lie to him when he had been missing you relentlessly for seven months.

"I miss you when I'm doing laundry, and I don't find your shirt in the wrong basket. I miss you when I'm taking a shower and don't hear the pre-qualifying comments. I miss you when I see a Mercedes on the road. I miss you when I play uno with my friends, and you don't win. I miss you when you're racing, and I'm at home, but not because I have things to do. I miss you when I'm not missing you because of racing."

you also took a step closer to him. "then let me make you miss me the right way again, please."

as you stood there, locked in a moment of intense longing and emotion, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the moment you had been waiting for. lewis had come back, admitting his feelings, and you couldn't deny your own.

with tears welling up in your eyes, you took another step closer to him. in that moment, you both understood that some things were too strong to be denied or forgotten, no matter how much time had passed.

you whispered softly, "lewis, I'll miss you no matter what, so please make me miss you the right way."

lewis' eyes lit up with hope and joy, and he gently pulled you into his arms. as you embraced, you both knew that this was a chance to have a fresh start, to rebuild what you once had. it wouldn't be easy, and there were still obstacles to overcome, but you were both willing to try.

in that moment, as you held each other tightly, you realized that sometimes, fate had a way of bringing people back together, even when it seemed impossible. and maybe, just maybe, this was the happy ending you had been longing for all along.

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sare11aa11eras · 3 months

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Rhaenys and Rhaegar

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #my art #rhaegar targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #princess rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys martell targaryen #rhaenys daughter of elia #asoiaf fashion hour #based upon the various scenes/shots of a-yuan clutching his dads’ legs in the untamed #fun fact: the average 3 year old is like 3 ft tall???? so??? hip height????? wild. I learn new things every day

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ornithorynquerouge · 1 year

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Astounding beauty french model Samantha Laigle shot for The Forest Magazine by Remi Kozdra & Kasia Baczulis

#Samantha Laigle #beautiful shot #beautiful women #remi kozdra & kasia baczulis #sexy content #so hot #fashion #naughty lingerie #awesome body #attractive beauty #gorgeous babe #dream girl

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nobigneil · 13 days

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kitschykitschykoo · 5 months

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Kiss...

#legend #camp #icon #kitsch #star #trash #diva #cult #fashion shot #vogue

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maybnksdoll · 2 months

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jj request-

smoke session while playing truth or strip which leads into rough fuck and getting caught (by who? you can decide) 💞

jj maybank x fem!innocent!reader ♡

" truth or strip "

"dude, really? just because you're sleepy?" jj asked his best friend after he said that he was going home, looking how he was standing up and going to the door "yeah, was a long day, after all" john b said before telling him goodbye. "i'll do the same, dad wants me to work since early tommorrow, 'm sorry man" pope repeated john b actions before passing through the chateau room's door, leaving jj insulting him alone.

you were giggling at that situation, while the cigarette smoke were running through your mouth.

"don't get mad, j" you called him "at least i'm not going anywhere" you smiled at him.

time passed, and you two started a little blunt rotation, talking about weird things while the room was being filled with smoke.

"let's play somethin', " jj told you looking at you, sitting in the bed in a comfier position "okaaaay, what do you wanna play?" you asked him while sitting beside him.

"so, there's this game called 'truth or strip', did you heard of it?" he started. you told him you didn't had idea of what it was, so, he explained "it's something similar to truth or dare, but this one has an specific dare" he looked at you "you can tell the truth, or taking off one piece of your clothes, and visceversa, you get it?" you nodded, you were too baked to take an clear decision, you were pretty innocent and "good girl" type of girl. but after all, he was only your best friend, right?

the game was about to start, after jj lighted the third blunt of the night, he told " 'kay pretty, you start" you throught a few seconds, touching your knees "what's your favorite school subject?" jj started laughing at that question, admiring how ingenue you were "well, its probably biology, either, I don't even like school" his confesion wasn't new for you "my turn now" he says "are you virgin?" your eyes widened a little. you didn't expected that question, since he knew how shy you were (and how shy you were to tell him that actually, you were virgin), you thought he weren't going to make a question like that, so, you just pulled out your baby pink socks, revealing your little nails painted red.

"how many girlfriends did you had?" you asked "only two, nothing serious tho" he confessed, letting the blunt in the little plate on the night table. he made you the same question, only with the difference that you never had a boyfriend before.

the game was starting to getting hotter, and the clothes were messed up all around the room. you were sitted in jj's lap, without your tee and skirt either, while his hands were resting in your hips. it was his turn "would you let me kiss you?" he said, looking straight at your lips, it looked like he didn't wanted to say it, but for sure he thought it. after saying a shy "yes" he didn't think twice and attacked your glosy lips like an predator.

as your and his lips met like magnetically, a surge of raw emotion swept through them. the intensity of their kiss was a mix of desire and urgency. his touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as you two lost their own common sense

"fuck this little stupid game" he said, while taking out your wet panties roughly, and the same with his boxers, revealing his hard erection to you.

with his hands he positioned you easily, and in a quick movement he was thrusting into you, looking at you letting little and high pitched moans and whimpers get out of your lips, with a hand on your neck and the other one in you hip. he was getting deeper into you, mumbling things about how tight and wet you were "all mine" he groans, seconds before filling you up with his fluids, rolling his hips into yours a few minutes more "all fucking mine. lets see how this little whore will take my fucking dick" he takes a pillow and puts it under your tummy, putting your ass at his desire.

the thrusts were getting speed, making your eyes wet as your cunt, making you feel vulnerable at his big and well trained figure.

you were about to finish, letting out desesperated moans fill the ambient, until you heared a voice getting closer and closer.

"hey guys, i think i left my phone here-" your mind painted white when you heard john b's voice in the room.

"what at you looking at? huh?" jj's voice yell to john b, while he stared the whole situation without reaction "take you fucking phone and go still wishing you were me to fuck her little tight pussy, 'kay?" seconds after hearing that, john b fastly took his phone and loudly closed the door.

"idiot, he will never get this view of you. right, bun?" he groaned, filling you up with a dense and large amount of cum inside you.

tired, he let his body fall on the bed, right beside you.

"i left bunny without air" he saids proudly, leaving a sweet kiss on your neck.

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nyc-looks · 1 month

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Collin, 29

“I’m wearing a thrifted Wippette raincoat, a thrifted t-shirt, a pair of Standard Cloth parachute pants, and my first pair of Doc Martins. I’m inspired by the colors and fits that were ’too flamboyant’ or ’effeminate’ that I wasn’t allowed to wear when I was growing up in Tennessee. As an adult, I want to get more comfortable expressing my inner child through my clothing choices.”

Mar 9, 2024 ∙ Chinatown

#nyc looks #street style #street fashion #street shot #street snap #new york #outfit #style #fashion

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swanpit · 1 year

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#puss in boots 2 #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots death #puss in boots wolf #fashion is my passion- *gets shot

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5ummit · 1 year

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#walk walk fashion baby #this shot is incredible #I love it so much #bucky barnes #winter soldier #masked!bucky #catws #marvel

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