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luxebeat · 11 months

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Fashion-forward 2023: The Top 10 Clear Purses You Need

2023 fashion trends are ever-changing. One trend that is here to stay is the clear handbag. Clear purses are a stylish, practical, and unique way to tote your personal items. Not only do they add a modern touch to any outfit, but they allow you to easily find what you need without rummaging through the depths of your purse. With that in mind, here is our list of the top 10 transparent purses you…

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From my most favorite Runway show ever! John Galliano Fall 2009 | Nymph goddesses

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luminiamore · 25 days

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biker geto suguru x black hoochie mama reader

warnings: fingerfucking, soft dom sugu, he’s a tease, sugu has a big dick, but we knew this!

a/n: this man is so fine i need him neow.

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Life has always treated you so well, beyond well, in fact. You resided in one of Atlanta’s finest lofts, debt-free at 23 despite recently graduating from college. Even though you have your own income, your generous parents still send you a fat check every week or so. You had men constantly begging on their knees to fund your entire existence, and on the occasion, women, too. Everything you wanted simply came to you with no trouble.

You wanted that cute brown skin man with the waves that you saw at the grocery store? He already has your number. You want that pretty ’90s hairstyle you saw in a vintage magazine? You were already on your way to go get it done. You want to change your dramatic nails, even though you just got them done two days ago, because you found another style you want more? Who can deny you? It’s your world.

Was it manifestation? Who knows. The one thing you do know is that the world hands you everything on a pure gold platter.

Popularity followed you whenever you went, but who could blame you? You were the epitome of everything sexy. From the way your rose-colored wedges beautifully complement your flawless white toes against your dark skin to how your denim mini skirts hug your curves and accentuate your figure, and your tops, or mainly bikini tops, enhance your boobs so well that they could make a grown man cry.

Had you been an adult woman in the 90s instead of being a high-maintenance child, you might have been a star, perhaps even one of the most iconic video vixens. However, that title belongs to your momma. The OG.

She was the sought-after beauty every top rapper wanted for their music videos. From Snoop Dogg to 50 Cent, Lil Wayne to Jay Z, Biggie - she lit up screens. She even brought fire to the feud between Tupac and Biggie when she appeared in the latter’s video. You’re almost sure that lady even told you about how Pac was nearly your father before she met your dad. And you, like the little minx you were, lived up to her status.

Now, you weren’t in those modern-day rap videos of the pretty big booty woman shaking their ass on camera. Your momma raised you to have more class than that. She taught you that your ass isn’t the biggest asset you have to offer, figuratively. Your face is, the way you make people feel is, the way you seduce people is.

That resulted in you appearing in a few music videos where the artist expressed love for someone, as those typically featured the camera focused on one girl. And that girl was you. Those got you the recognition your momma had. Those got men practically lining up to pay all your bills, those got plentiful women dying to either be you or be with you.

Your reputation preceded you; you were exceptional, operating on a different level altogether. Your complexion was flawless, your lips rich and full, and your eyes possessed a captivating allure that could weaken anyone with just one glance. You were taught to always go after the best because you are the best.

So, what the hell was your ass doing walking around in Oakland City? Wearing your ripped undercut booty shorts, which showed more booty than shorts, along with a vintage Dior top you borrowed stole from your momma, complete with a matching purse.

Your flower sandals from Dolce & Gabbana made such a powerful tapping sound, combined with the multiple pieces of gold adorning your wrists, ears, and neck, that everyone you passed couldn’t help but look to see just who it was, and they were definitely not disappointed.

You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t dream of entering one of the most dangerous areas of your hometown without protection. Your bedazzled gold pepper spray and your fully loaded Beretta Nano 9mm pistol in your purse, itching to be used if someone tries you.

They wouldn’t dare, though. Your momma wasn’t the only legendary figure in your family. Your dad ran one of the leading crime families in all of Atlanta, dealing with heavy drugs, counterfeiting, and smuggling illegal things across borders. He was feared just as equally as he was respected.

Messing with you? Your pops would send their family a well-decorated package with their son on a shirt. The last man that cheated on you was a prime example. You couldn’t feel bad for him, though, you did warn him.

To answer your earlier inquiry, which has been nagging at you since you parked your Toyota GR Supra Coupe at a motel five blocks away from the neighborhood, you were there to buy drugs. Weed, more specifically. You could have asked your father, but you really weren’t up for hearing his opinion on how he believes you smoke too much. So you go to the next best thing, Satoru Gojo.

Since your dad was focused on dealing with harder drugs, he didn’t bother with substances like shrooms or anything related to weed. He considered himself too old for that and delegated the task to his second in command and your friend since birth, Satoru. You quicken your pace, heels tapping rapidly as you approach one of his many houses. You’re almost there.

He has some of the best shit in the A, but whenever you ask him how he does it,

“I just sell it, Sis. My best friend does all the hard stuff,”

You would always roll your pretty eyes at this because this supposed best friend he always bragged about was never around. At first, you believed he fibbed about having a best friend out of embarrassment, suspecting that you were the only one who could tolerate his antics.

But you saw glimpses, small ones. A fine leather jacket hanging off his dining room chair that you know Satoru wouldn’t wear. A motorcycle helmet standing tall on the side of his kitchen counter. Your suspicions proved unfounded as your gaze shifted to a sleek, blacked-out MTT 420 Turbine Superbike as you approached Toru’s driveway.

You know damn well that can’t belong to Satoru. Your movements stop once you knock harshly on the door. You catch the faint sound of a random trap song playing through it. You can’t help but smile, amused by how predictably cliché this white-haired man-child can be. Trap music at a trap house.

Your smile fades as you’re met with a cold glare from a short, thick, light-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig. Studying her features further, you can’t help but acknowledge her prettiness. But the minute she opened her mouth, you were annoyed.

“And, who the fuck you is?” She snaps loudly, the gum she’s chewing matching her obnoxiousness. She’s too pretty for this.

“Girl, bye.” You push past her, causing her to stumble slightly, as you march into the house. Maybe she was about to say something, but you didn’t stick around to find out. With your back turned to her, you catch Satoru muttering softly and glancing past you, “Don’t even try it.”

She sucks her teeth in annoyance, slamming the door behind her as she heads back to the couch where Satoru, another man, and three other girls are seated. Wait- another man?

You glance back at the couch again, only to steady your hands on the wall you were leaning on. Woah. This man was so fine that he almost made your legs give out on you. The fuck?

His face was so pretty. Sharp black eyes and the longest hair you’ve ever seen on a man. The wife beater he wore clung tightly to his perfect skin, so much so that you could make out that he had nipple piercings. Woah. The tattoos trailing up both of his muscular arms had you ready to remind yourself to just fucking breathe. He sported washed black Chrome Heart jeans, and the pretty cross peeking from his waistband gave it away.

This man was looking at you, more like undressing you with his eyes. And you couldn’t look away.

“You can’t be knocking on my door like that Sis, I almost thought you were the feds.” Satoru hums, though he really wasn’t worried. He knew the feds couldn’t hold him for long; he had too much money for that. You quickly glance at him and roll your eyes. When you shift your gaze away from Toru, you turn back to the man who has yet to introduce himself to you.

As if he could read your mind, he rises from his seat, his towering height catching you off guard, and he saunters almost sensually towards where you’re standing in the kitchen. The minute he stands in front of you,

“Suguru Geto. You’re beautiful if you don’t mind me saying,” He brings a hand out to shake yours, his eyes never shifting from your brown ones. You glance down for a moment, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy when you catch sight of his immaculately clean, clear polished nails, his fingers adorned with silver rings. Lord, help you.

You give him a smile when you register his compliment, “Y/n. You’re the infamous best friend I hear so much about but never see?” You raise a brow.

Suguru swears he’s died and went to heaven when he hears your honey voice. He thinks he’s met the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on. The gold grill you have of what he remembers is the Scorpio sign confirms it. I mean, just look at you, your outfit, your jewelry, and your face.

Suguru believes he knows himself. He knows he doesn’t like girls that do “too much,” but you make it look so good. He knows he doesn’t even have a fetish for feet. But if you told him to right now, he would drop down immediately and worship yours. He believed a goddess was walking among him when you walked through the door.

“That’s me, the idiot doesn’t have anyone else,” He mutters. You let out the cutest laugh at his comment that makes his dick harden in his jeans. Lord, help him.

Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp behind the two of you, “Hey! I have Y/n!” You immediately retort at him, raising a finger at him.

“Aht! No, you don’t,” You chuckle, snickering and rolling your eyes as you catch him placing a hand on his heart as if you’ve just shot him.

“Stop hogging my best friend and come get what you came for, Sis,” He waves a bag in the air, holding at least 20 grams of weed, ignoring the two girls tugging on both of his arms.

You squeal and sprint as fast as your heels allow towards where he’s seated. Suguru follows after you slowly, feeling ashamed at the way the other two girls cling to him the moment he sits down. He wants nothing to do with them, he feels almost disgusted by their presence now that you’re here. He didn’t even realize they were here when he arrived, he was only here for Satoru.

You snatch the bag from him, slip it into your purse, and then lunge toward him for a hug, knowing he’d never let you pay, of course.

“Thank you, Toru!” Naturally, he wastes no time pushing the two girls aside to embrace you. You’ve always been his top priority. Suguru finds it challenging to look away because as you hug his best friend, your curvaceous behind is directly in his line of sight. He wishes you would hug him like that.

When you straighten, “I gotta go. You guys seem busy anyway,” You quickly utter and glance at Suguru. He seemed like he was about to say something, but you interject before he can.

“It was nice meeting you, Suguru.” You softly tell him. He might’ve just came in his pants with the way you said his name in that tone. He pauses for a moment, but before he can utter a word, you’ve already dashed out the front door.

He stills, and he turns to his lifelong best friend,

“Give me her number.”

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It’s been about two hours since you arrived at your loft. You prepared yourself a nice dinner, a well-made Alfredo, before making your way to your room. You sink into the comfort of your silk sheets, retrieving your ashtray and preparing to roll up. Soft Erykah Badu playing from your Alexa Speaker. You’re interrupted by an unknown number dinging on your phone.

Who’s this?

You smile immediately, feeling a rush of nerves as you realize he asked Satoru for your number. You're accustomed to getting what you want, and right now, you want him. You eagerly await his text, noticing that he's typing.

You observe his directness. Suguru is texting you as if he knows exactly what he wants, and if there's one thing you admire in a man, it's when he's decisive and goes after what he wants.

You've already decided to smoke with him, swiftly swapping your shorts for a black Juicy Tracksuit as it got windy. You opt to play a little hard to get.

Your jaw drops at the amount he sent you for an Uber. Is he crazy? While you’ve had people send you rides to go somewhere, you can’t shake the feeling that he just wanted an excuse to send you money. You’re still reeling from the shock when he immediately sends you the address to his place afterward. You grab two rolled-up blunts and slide on a pair of kitten heels. Snatching your keys, you head out when your Uber driver arrives outside.

The drive to his place is surprisingly short, almost too short. Considering how spread out the area is, you’ve only been in the car for 15 minutes, yet you’re still in the same neighborhood. You brush it off and approach his door. As you knock, you notice Suguru’s driveway filled with three vehicles: the motorcycle you saw earlier, a Mercedes E-Class, and a sleek BMW M3. You can’t help but appreciate yet another reason you’re drawn to him.

He opens the door, and you swear you wish you could pounce on him. He’s still wearing the wife beater, and when you glance up at his face, you notice his eyes are low and red. With his hair tied up in a man bun, a few strands cascading over his face, the only thought running through your mind is... He’s so pretty.

“You started getting lit without me?” You feign surprise as he welcomes you inside. He kindly takes your keys and hangs them on the holder by his door. You could feel him staring at your ass as you move to stand beside him.

He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches a hand out. “You know how Satoru is. My room?” You nod, and he shivers as your long, pretty nails brush against his hand. Was everything about you so alluring?

You follow behind him, noting how he never lets go of your hand. His room, much like his style, is entirely black. Black sheets adorn a king-sized bed, with a few rock band posters hanging above where his dressers are placed. He even has a private bathroom, the door wide open. Damn, this man even has lavender incense burning on the small desk next to his bed.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,”

Don’t mind if I do. You drop your body on his bed with a plop. You start to take off your right heel, intending to reach for the left one, only to find Suguru already kneeling down, doing it for you. When he’s done, he rubs your feet for about three long seconds before pulling away. You gasp softly, looking away from his intense gaze. Is he usually this forward?

“Uh- I rolled two. I get lip gloss on the blunt,” You sputter out, retrieving them from your purse as he stands up from his position on the floor and settles onto his pillow.

He makes a tsk sound, “Don’t play with me,” He grabs only one from your raised hand and pulls a skull lighter from his jeans pocket. As you place the other one in your purse, you watch him take the first hit. You realize he enjoys eye contact because, throughout all of his movements, his eyes never leave yours.

You’re nervous. For the first time in your life, a man has made you feel nervous. His energy makes you nervous, how he observes you with such intensity makes you nervous, and even how he feeds you the blunt after taking a few hits makes you nervous.

You’re mesmerized. The effects of the blunts hit you swiftly, altering your mind and intensifying your urge to fuck this man till he sees stars.

Suguru himself has never felt this way before. He’s had a few flings here and there and has even been in a relationship or two. But he’s never felt the need to be entirely consumed by someone. The minute he saw you, it felt like time had stopped for him; he could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to give you the universe because the world is far too small for someone like you.

“You have a boyfriend?” His husky voice asks this out of respect for you. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck less if you had a man. You’d be his either way.

“Why? You want me?” You giggle, though you knew he did, you just wanted to tease him. As you gaze up at him through the haze, your breath catches when you observe that his eyes have darkened noticeably. You recognize that expression all too well—it mirrors the one you give the camera when it’s focused on you.

He doesn’t respond or even break a smile at your inquiry. No, his eyes are fixated on your plump, glossed lips as you take another hit. You shift your thighs a little, you don’t know how long you can wait before he makes his move.

Suguru notices, and this time, his lips twitch up a bit, “And if I did?” His whisper keeps you quiet. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Suguru doesn’t mind your silence. He needs you to savor your angelic tune anyway since you’ll scream his name in a few minutes. Rising from his position, he tilts your chin towards him, his eyes catching note of the smoke in your mouth. Drawing his lips dangerously close to yours, he exhales softly,

“Let it go.” You don’t hesitate to listen to his command. It’s as if your mind is his now, the way he doesn’t even do anything to get your attention. As soon as the smoke escapes your lips, he inhales it, pressing his soft lips firmly against yours.

You whimper out at the force and immediately kiss him back. Suguru swears he’s already in love when he feels your lips reciprocate his action, the stickiness of your strawberry gloss making him release a sound that had you squeezing your thighs. He’s relentless, nipping and forcing his tongue to merge with yours.

His fervor with just a kiss leaves you reeling. The combination of the weed and his lips makes you feel intoxicated, causing you to grasp onto the fabric of his jeans to steady yourself. When he pulls away from you, it only makes you crave more.

You’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of Brent Faiyez playing on his speaker is long tuned out. He stares at your eyes briefly before gently pulling you down to lay on your back. You lean up to pull him into another passionate kiss,

“More, please.” You whine out, a little too desperate for your taste. You couldn’t understand why you wanted him so bad, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that your pussy was dripping the minute you saw him at Satoru’s place. You can tell he wants to take things slow, but you can’t find it in you to share the same feeling. You need him to do something to you, now.

He only whispers, “Patience, sweetheart.” And moves his lips down to your neck. Soft kisses fill your throat before he stops teasing and reaches for your zipper. He's not shocked to learn that you don't wear a bra; he could almost see your hard nipples through the velvet fabric of your hoodie.

Your sigh of satisfaction comes from the moment he wraps his lips around your dark areola and gently caresses the fat of your unattended boob. He starts slowly, listening to the sounds you make and observing how he can persuade you to moan louder. Your breath gets shaky when he gets more aggressive with his movement, pulling at your sensitive nipples. He decides that he wants more from you.

Suguru rasps out, “I know you want me to fuck you,” Your body feels on fire as his touch slithers down your stomach, grazing your belly ring. He lowers your tracksuit pants for you and throws them across his room, forbidding you to do anything that doesn’t include you receiving pleasure. Your body is anticipating as he continues, “But I need to prep you, or you won’t be able to take me,”

He toys with the slender strap of your thong, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on your face as he talks, “Be good and let me play with you for a bit, okay?”

Your fiery personality is well-known for not letting men dictate your actions. You’re quick to dismiss any nigga, and based on instinct, you’re almost prepared to snap: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?

By now, you should realize that Suguru observes every single move you make, every slight gesture you make, when your breath catches, and even now, he detects that you intend to snap at him. He does nothing but give you a look, a dangerous look, which only implies I dare you. Suguru orchestrates a dominance so calm but prominent that you can’t help but whimper out a quiet “Yes,”

What is he doing to you?

He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth as a reward. He’s in a trance. Suguru can’t pull his gaze away from your panties. You’re so wet that it’s clinging onto the fabric as he slowly pulls it away from your lower lips. He finds himself plunging two fingers into your wet cunt before your thong even touches your knees. Fuck, you’re tight.

“Ah- shit! Sugu!” You mewl, walls immediately clenching on his thick fingers. He quickly begins to rub circles on your twitching clit, observing as you gasp and scramble under him. You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you this, too.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your slick is dripping all over his palm as he finger fucks you. You try to keep your moans in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your mind. But you can’t. You can’t do anything but scream out at the way his long fingers are effortlessly punishing your G-spot.

Suguru moves his fingers faster when you don’t answer him, “I asked you a question, baby.”

Your loud whimpers can be heard over his music. How could you possibly answer? You’re already starting to blank, you’re not sure you even listened to what he said. “I- Oh fuck, Yes!”

The sounds coming from your fat pussy is downright phonographic. The squishing, the squelching. Shit, it’s even dripping onto his bed, creating a wet stain. Fuck. Suguru doesn’t think he can take another minute without being inside you. He needs it, but he needs to make you cum first.

He knows you’re about to, with the way your breathing is stuttering and the way there’s a white cream starting to stain his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you. You’re clenching so hard he’s not sure his dick will fit inside of you. He’ll make it fit, he’ll break your little pussy in if he has to.

Suguru leans against you, his desperate panting revealing his longing for you as he whispers in your ear, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He fucks his fingers inside of you harder, rubbing your pretty clit even faster.

You nod eagerly, mind already reeling as you wail, “Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum, Sugu! I- Shitt,” He gently kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth as if he’s encouraging you to accept it, to just cum all over him. And you do.

Your grip on the bottom of Suguru’s wifebeater hurts your fingers, and you arch your back off the bed while your tight walls clench once more around him. You see white spots in your blacked-out vision, and your squealing is so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear it. He doesn’t stop moving when you cum, wanting to prolong what he knows is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had.

When you finally stop twitching in aftershock, your breathing begins to slow down, and his movements follow suit. Your panties are long gone. He swiftly pulls out of you while you’re still in a daze, making you unaware that he’s sucking up your essence from his fingers and pulling his jeans down along with his Calvin Klein briefs.

You are, however, aware when he pushes your thick brown thighs flush against your chest. And you’re even more aware when he lines his fat pink tip to your sticky lower lips. Suguru doesn’t let you see just how big he is, he directs your focus to his lips on yours. But Lord, do you fucking feel it. You feel it when he rubs up and down on your wet slit. You feel it when he pushes only his tip inside of you before he pulls back out again.

Suguru doesn’t think he can keep on teasing you like this. He tries to keep it up for your sake, but the way you feel on his tip has his body shaking; it’s almost embarrassing. But he can’t find himself to feel ashamed when you look up at him at him like that, your eyes pleading for him to fuck you into the mattress.

“I’m gonna put it in now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?” You’re learning, you know he wants an answer from you, and you don’t bat an eye when your trembling, honeyed voice whispers, “Whatever y-you want, Sugu.”

Whatever he wants? You probably should’ve never said that, and he’ll show you why. He pushes inside of your cunt slowly, hissing at the same time you shriek when your walls try to push him out. “Breathe,” He rasps out. And you’re trying, you’re really trying to. But he’s just so fucking big, it’s like he’s breaking your pussy in half.

“Y-You’re too big! I can’t-” He doesn’t let you finish, he proves that you can when he pushes in halfway through your slobbering pussy.

“Of course you can, Y/n. You’re almost there, sweetheart. One more breath for me, yeah?”

You listen wordlessly, sucking in another deep breath. It’s inevitable to cry when he plunges the rest of his 8 and a half inches in one go. Suguru lets out a groan in your ear, and the sound makes your insides churn. How is it that he immediately finds your spongy spot? You’re so used to being briefly grazed in that spot that this feeling is foreign to you.

Suguru gives you a few seconds before your pussy starts suffocating him, and he’s forced to start feeding you with slow, deep strokes. “Jesus, fuck!” You keen, mewling, and pressing on his firm abs; the pressure was just too much for you. Are you crazy?

“None of that Y/n.” He uses his left hand to hold both of your hands and place them above your head, gently grasping your throat with his right. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, and his big cock never stops stirring up your guts at that slow pace. He gets impatient.

“You feel so good, so fucking tight. Pretty pussy is mine now, yeah? Tell me it is,” Gradual snapping of his hips against yours in a feverous tempo causes you to scramble under him, with your mind getting lost since you can’t find anything to keep you grounded. He has you altogether under his control, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset.

You don’t respond, your brain too gone to form any thought that’s not Sugu. You’ve forgotten your manners, he’ll make sure to remind you. He snaps his hips harder, he swears the cries you make almost make him cum on the spot.

“Words, Y/n. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine,” The sound of your soaked pussy filling the air as he whispers against your lips, which are permanently shaped in a perfect O.

You weep out, “Fuck! Oh, Sugu- it’s yours, all yours! I- Ah!” His face adorns with a sly smile at your confession. His body is on fire, your pussy perfectly snug around the shape of his cock. He knows he’s about to cum, with the way his insides are twisting, and his heavy balls are twitching rapidly as they slap on the fat on your ass. Your pussy is so good that he swears you’re not even from this planet. But he needs to get you there first. That’s all he needs to dump his seed inside of you.

He slithers the hand gripping your throat down to your drooling clit, rubbing so fast you think you’re having whiplash. Your cries become louder, and before you even know what’s happening, you’re covering Suguru’s entire stomach and his soft sheets with your squirt.

Suguru follows swiftly after you, letting out a sinful moan, his body trembling as he fills your pussy with his cum. It’s so much, so fucking much, that you can feel it overflowing past your stretched-out pussy. The sluggishness of his thrusts inside you causes him to let out loud breaths and drop his face in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes are still stuck on the ceiling above you, shallow breaths emerging from your sore throat. Woah.

The long-haired man above you is still panting and giving you another command, making it difficult for you to process what just happened to you.

“On your stomach, sweetheart.”

This time, you remember your manners.

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telekinetictrait · 8 months

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"I have my happiness, which I guard like a wolf, and I have authority now and a certain amount of daring, which, if you remember correctly, I never had before." (Two Serious Ladies – Jane Bowles, 1943)

the first half of the 1940s was, of course, dominated by world war two. just as with world war one, more women were involved in the war effort, and those who weren't often took the jobs dominated by men. icons such as rosie the riveter propagated a sort of idealized "tough girl" image, with her denim coveralls and clenched fists – yet red lips, defined lashes, and thin brows. she was just masculine enough to fit the mold of serving one's country, and still feminine enough for the general public to accept. once again, fabric rationing led to certain garments and styles being reused and revamped. some designers, like claire mccardell, worked within the confines of wool and silk rationing to create clothing made of denim and jersey knits. "ready-to-wear" clothing was becoming more popular, especially in the united states, allowing fashion trends to spread faster and further than before. at the end of the decade, christian dior debuted his "new look", which would set the stage for the iconic mid-century silhouette: cinched waists (thanks a lot, dior...), full skirts, and round shoulders. this "new look" emphasized the stereotypical ideal of femininity and ruled post-war fashion.

okay, maybe the tangent about claire mccardell wasn't that important, but i did just see a museum exhibit about her, so i wanted to include it.

(ps. i know 1942 isnt entirely accurate but it was a fit of inspiration, and it takes like 20 minutes to get my game open so i was not willing to exit when i already had two looks done)

1800’s/ 1900-1909 / 1910-1919 / 1920-1929 / 1930-1939

cc links under the cut!

see my resources page for genetics

oakley : candycottonchu's vintage waves / gilded-ghosts' big heat beret / bustedpixels' fifth avenue fashion top conversion / gilded-ghosts' victory skirt / base game gloves / historysims4's stretching nylon socks / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

océane : javitrulovesims' clayified wings hair / gilded-ghosts' dizzy dame hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / mochadonuts' ruthienne dress / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / historysims4's uptowner heels

odelie : strangerville hat + jacket / seasons gloves / gilded-ghosts' sleuthhound slacks / base game boots

ollie : javitrulovesims' clayified wings hair / cottage living hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / sentate's 1949 grace necklace / satterlly's retro anna dress / historysims4's stretching nylon socks / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

onyx : joshseoh's blaire hair conversion / gilded-ghosts' big sleep dress / base game saddle shoes

ophelia : twentiethcenturysims' dorothy hair / base game pearls / twentiethcenturysims' french hen outfit / historysims4's stretching nylon socks / jius-sims' mary jane pumps #2

orlando : gilded-ghosts' wartime waves and bows / lordreboot's catherine jumpsuit

osannah : gilded-ghosts' noir or never hair / paranormal hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / sentate's 1949 dior bar jacket / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

ottoline : gilded-ghosts' swingin siren bun + dizzy dame hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / simsbrush's 1940's winter coat / plumbjam’s wool leggings / simtone’s oxford heels

owen : tekri's betty jo hair / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / simplesimmer's emilee dress long v2 / plumbjam’s wool leggings / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

thank you to @candycottonchu @gilded-ghosts @bustedpixels @historysims4 @waxesnostalgic @javitrulovesims @needleworkreve @mochadonuts @blueraptorsden @sentate @satterlly @joshseoh @twentiethcenturysims @jius-sims @lordreboot @simsbrush @simtone @tekri and @blogsimplesimmer !!

#my sims #sims 4 lookbook #ts4 lookbook #sims 4 1940s #ts4 1940s #ts4 retro lookbook #sims 4 retro lookbook #ts4 retro #sims 4 retro #223 years #historical #1940s

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batman-dc-imagines · 24 days

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Hey there :)) can I ask for a ship pls with a male or female character (or one of each) from the Gotham TV series, if you don't mind 😊

Rightio info, idk what really to say here that would be useful but don't worry I shall spare you the nitty gritty lol

Info:

female, early twenties, catholic, infj, introverted and quiet, I love music-all kinds from eminem to the temptations though I particularly love jazz and blues and nightwish, my fav albums that are kind of recent ish are disco by kylie minogue, hackney diamonds by the rolling stones and love for sale by lady gaga & tony bennet. My fav perfume is elizabeth arden blue grass and miss dior rose n roses. I love clothes and collect vintage clothing my ideal fashion aesthetic is the 1930s tho I'm not immune to a 50s circle skirt and pearls, 70s fashion is pretty cool too. I'm a librarian. Fav authors are agatha christie, donna tartt, tolkien, jules verne and h.g wells. My hobbies are pretty much just reading and listening to music. I'm irish and not to be stereotypical but swear a lot which I'm now finding embarrassing so I'm trying to stop as I find when every second sentence isn't filled with curses my mood is generally better. I like doing things alone like going to cafes, long evening walks in the dark and cold, going to the theatre. I really like November don't know why it's just my fav month.

~I've talked a mile there so I'll shush now, apologies that you have to read all that ♡

A/N: Please give feedback if anyone thinks this is ooc for Jerome. Also apologies if I didn’t fit everything you said about yourself down below.

I ship you with...

Jerome Valeska!

Y’all make a pretty good pair.

Even one another out.

Yin and Yang type stuff.

He has a showman complex and ego so expect to be put in the spotlight with him without warning.

He’ll do his best to reassure you in any situation he puts the two of you in.

If you discuss with him privately that you don’t like it, he’ll try persuasion and reassurance on you.

All he wants to do is help you overcome this “introvertness” and feel confident in the presence of others.

In the end though, he’ll drop it if you seriously don’t want to change.

Your happiness is pretty important to him, surprisingly enough.

He might not be perfect at it but I feel like he tries to dance with you to some jazz music.

Any music for that matter.

He might be a bit sloppy when it comes to dancing since he’s never danced with someone before but he tries.

Obsessed with your fashion aesthetic.

Like the old cartoon where his eyes bulge and his mouth drops to the floor.

In a positive way.

Depending on the day and his mood, he’ll go out with you to different stores to find vintage clothes or send a group of his followers to go steal some for you.

Again it all depends.

Reading isn’t his favorite thing in the world but with you it is.

He’ll lay his head on your lap and observe your face while you read aloud.

Inappropriate comments and laughs are made.

Finds it hot when you swear.

Especially when mad.

Unless it’s at him of course.

Not saying he would encourage you to swear but he wouldn’t discourage it either.

If you tell him you’re going for a walk while it’s pitch black outside, expect him to accompany you.

If you try and reassure him that you want to go alone, you’re either going to be followed by his most trusted followers or forced to stay home with him.

He’s made a lot of enemies and he doesn’t want you being a target if he can help it.

#batman rogues x reader #batman rogues #dcu #gotham x reader #batman villians x reader #gotham #batman villains #gotham imagine #I ship you with...#gotham jerome #jerome valeska x you #jerome x reader #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska

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badassindistress · 10 months

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Look at my new Vintage Patterns - 1980s Fancy Lady Edition

A friend of my mother's gave me her old patterns (look here for the cute kid's stuff) so I thought I'd ensure you can all marvel at them.

There are some gems of the 1980s here:

We start with these ladies from 1985 Vogue who have definitely not killed their husbands

Then quite a nice wrap dress from Vogue Americana. i love when they do both an illustration and a picture

Then some Dior, not my favourite

This Givenchy Suit is A Look at least, particularly with the hat

And then this Nina Ricci dress which is just A Lot. I feel like I'm looking at a nightgown. However, there is a gem hidden in this pattern!

You get a little Vogue label to sew on your clothes! Just to prove that you are wearing Vogue or something. It's a very scratchy label , which makes it even funnier. I just love it

#the fact that the other vogue patterns have the label printed on the back but no label in it #suggested the others were actually sewn into clothes to make them wors e #which matches what i know of the lady who gave me these #a talia original #excerpts from my life #vintage sewing patterns #patterns from the past #i will keep these safe #and if i ever make a friend wildfor 80s fashion #i have the perfect gift #it really annoys me that not all patterns have a year on them #maybe i should start annotating my modern patterns for future generations #i know have a pattern magazine from the 50s #one from the 60s #one pattern from the 70s #and these from the 80s #presumably i have 90s patterns as well #considering i started sewing in 2008 and not all my patterns were new #this pleases me #if you'd like to see more of these patterns lmk

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delicateribbons · 10 months

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vintage christian dior ladies slip in pink

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lamaisongaga · 6 years

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BACK IN TIME: LADY GAGA LEAVES SERAFINA RESTAURANT IN VINTAGE SCHIAPARELLI

Lady Gaga loves some fine wining and lunching. On June 18th, 2010 the singer wore a quite elegant look while visiting Serafina restaurant in New York City.

The Italian-American songstress donned one of her many black tailored suits (thinking of Dior, YSL...endless possibilities) along with a very rare vintage 1950s Schiaparelli leopard print felt beret!

Her many accessories included a vintage unsigned leopard and satin clutch with golden lion head, the Claude black circular aviator sunglasses by Tom Ford...

...a Chanel black resin bangle with pearls, her favorite Cartier Panthère 18k yellow-gold ring featuring, peridot eyes, onyx nose and black lacquer spots...

...and the black vinyl Xtreme-1020 lace-up platform ankle boots by Pleaser.

#June 2010 #hats #Schiaparelli #sunglasses #Tom Ford #jewelry #Cartier #Chanel #bags #boots #Pleaser

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lemonhemlock · 5 months

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Fun little ask, what are your fav perfumes or colognes?

I'm one of those people who need to match their fragrance to their outfit and vibe. 🙈 So it's not enough for me to have one fragrance or even a family of fragrances, I need to have one for every occasion. 🤦‍♂️

That being said, one of my go-tos has to be Diorissimo by Dior (obvs, lol), since it contains every white flower imaginable on the planet and I simply adore the scent of white flowers - lilies of the valley, hyacinths, jasmine, lilac, I love it. I have many white-flower-based perfumes; they are well-tolerated and appropriate for many situations. Elie Saab - Le Parfum is similar to this.

But I wouldn't be me if I wasn't on some oddball shit! So I'm really drawn to vintage perfumes - that cloying, heady, powdery smell of opening an old lady's handbag, of vintage makeup and sweets. The smell of lipstick I find very attractive (I think it's given by the iris note), so, for example, I wear Dior - Homme, even though I wish it'd be stronger. (I'm also one of those oversprayers who wants to leave a scent trail when I walk. 😅) The classic Agent Provocateur is another example - a very heavy, slutty rose* with an intoxicating presence that makes you cough - very powdery, very reminiscent of a boudoir - the kind of scent Satine from Mouline Rouge might wear. Loulou by Cacharel is literally how old ladies smelt like when I was a little girl, so ofc I overspray that, too. My neighbour who lives on the ground floor says she can tell I left because she can smell it in the hallway. ☠ It's very hard to describe, something like plum with wood? and incense with a white floral background. It's very, very 90s. Just an amalgamation that's very hard to separate but very distinctive. Other stuff I have and enjoy from this category are Angel by Mugler, which is similarly hard to define because it seems to have every note in existence, with a powdery finish + Cabotine by Gres - very strong, very potent carnation, very green, which may not be to everyone's liking. Loulou & Cabotine are also what I'd describe as pretty unfriendly, unapologetically spiky perfumes; you either love them or you hate them.

I'm going to be basic now for a second, but my first foray into vintage scents was when I whiffed Chanel no 5 in Sephora and I instantly fell for that artificial, cold, standoffish aldehydic smell. I had a bottle of Shalimar back in the day and her sister, Casmir by Chopard, and 10/10 would purchase again. Jungle L'Elephant by Kenzo is also a strong vintage scent, with spicy cloves, dark citrus and amber that shares that heady quality I'm drawn to. For a long time I kept a big bottle of Opium by YSL, which remains the queen of spicy scents to me, it's like all possible condiments condensed into this hegemonic cloud of aroma. The people around you will always know you're wearing this. 😂 Sometime in the future, I would like to try some similar scents like Aromatics Elixir (Clinique), Cinnabar & Youth Dew (Estee Lauder) and Magie Noir by Lancome. Not a priority, but they're on my list. I used to have Fame by Lady Gaga and it smelt very incense-y, which was fine by me, since I love all church smells - myrrh and the like.

I'm very fond of nostalgia scents from my childhood. Weirdly enough, cough syrup. Which is exactly what Egoiste by Chanel reminds me of. :)) Which is why I put it on my list. There's also a recurring motif I keep encountering in my choices - something I associate with my grandmother's house, slightly Oriental, caramel, but somehow also minty. Like all old ladies, she used to keep all kinds of sweets in an ornate bowl - mint drops and other kinds of sucking candy or toffees. And, like all children, I greatly coveted that bowl. Perhaps the saffron note has something to do with this, but it's something I recognise in perfumes like Shaghaf Oud by Swiss Arabian, the oil Tanasuk (Al Haramain) or Herod (Parfums de Marly). So those kinds of scents feel v comforting and familiar to me. Herod is so well-named, too, that's 100% what thee Herod would actually wear.

*I love rose in all its forms. The idea that someone could dislike rose is very peculiar to me. :)) I have a bright, sirupy rose in Madame Gres (though it doesn't list in the notes, weirdly enough, so must be the combination of pineapple and peony that I perceive as rose) and the sparkliest, girliest, pinkest rose in my Delina dupe. I couldn't get the rotting, sickening rose note out of my head when I first smelt Portait of a Lady, so I had to buy a replica (I'm categorically not dishing out 300 euros for a bottle of perfume, lol). I'm so curious about Rosenrot by Rammstein (💀) because it's supposed to smell like roses with blood, but I read it unfortunately doesn't lasts very long.

There are not many smells I tend to dislike - heavy oud is one of them, for example Cuir Intense by Guerlain smells like wet dog on me. I once smelled Hacivat by Nishane out of curiosity and it legit made me think of feces. I love chocolate and think it smells complex and appetizing, but I wouldn't really buy such a fragrance for myself.

A bit unusual since I do love gourmands. Anything that smells like candy or sugar or fruits. Recent purchases are Safeer by Lattafa, which smells literally like a sparkling, sugary lemon cut in half, so bright that approaching it makes your mouth water + Amber is Great by Zimaya, which legit reminds me of Skittles. :)) More conventional perfumes I wore were Lost Cherry and Bitter Peach by Tom Ford. My replicas at least did not have the longevity weaknesses of the original and were really mouth-watering.

I would say I'm fairly adventurous when it comes to perfume, since I enjoy a wide variety of notes. Green fragrances are also right up my alley. Strong notes of patchouli, vetiver, grass, leaves. My boyfriend is getting me Nerolia Vetiver Forte for Christmas and it's the greenest woody white floral, I can't wait to overspray and exasperate people. :)) Tobacco is a weird note for me because I seem to love it in perfume but absolutely detest it IRL. Tobacco Vanille (Tom Ford) and Aventus for Her (Creed) may be very hyped, but I still got people very frequently asking me what I'm wearing. They're hits with the public! Leather I also find complex scent, though I don't think I have anything with leather in it right now. I went through a phase this year where I used up half a bottle of Libre by YSL because I couldn't get enough of the lavender. Olympea by Paco Rabanne got the same treatment from me - just the cleanest, soapiest, most comforting, intriguingly salty perfume. Works so well with the Layali oil by Swiss Arabian.

For the future, I'd like to collect more generally unusual scents. Or anything that can be described as evil or witchy or dark (because I'm a 13 year-old edgelord 😂). For example, Toskovat make this perfume that is supposed to smell like gasoline and bubblegum and another that's supposed to smell like gunpowder, ozone and blood bandages. I also have my eye on La Couche du Diable by Serge Lutens - just.... everything about that concept. :)) I already have something that I think is similar, By the Fireplace by Maison Margiela - it smells of FLAMES and roasting chestnuts. I also have the famed Habanita by Mollinard and it's certainly very witchy, dark & mysterious, like someone is preparing bitters or a potion and they have a whole cauldron of plants macerating.

And, of course, I am dying to get my hands on a milk fragrance.

As for men's, I feel like a lot of them are so generic fresh-smelling, citrus, pine etc and, while I can't say they're not nice, they're very basic and too similar to each other. Sauvage by Dior is the perfect example of this. Men are way less adventurous when it comes to perfume, so the men's fragrances that end up making an impression on me are honestly something that would be considered unisex or, at the very least, different. Something like Amouage - Epic or Sunshine Man or Penhaligon - The Tragedy of Lord George (I'm curious about Halfeti, too). Boozy fragrances work well on men, too, like the very cheap (but surprisingly good) Bentley for Men. Tobacco and leather work well - Tom Ford have quite a few of these: Ombre Leather, Tuscan Leather, Tobacco Vanille, Tobacco Oud etc alongside stuff like Black Orchid, which is rarer to see on a man, because they have no sense of style. I'm also curious about quite a few Parfums de Marly: Carlisle, Godolphin, Pegasus, Sedley. My beloved Herod is labeled as a man's fragrance, but that hasn't stopped me! My bf has quite a few distinctive & memorable creations from Mancera: Red Tobacco, Oud Violet and Deep Forest.

Deep Forest I probably like the most but it's also the most difficult for me to wear. I'm not convinced I can pull it off on my skin, but I will keep investigating. 😅 It's the darker coin flip of my Eden by Cacharel. Both are cloying, intense and unusual, both carry the feeling of being enclosed in deep vegetation. I like to think of Eden like a trip through the jungle on the hottest day of the year, in your best beige archaeologist outfit. The smell of burning rubber from your ATV fills your nostrils, beads of sweat on your forehead, lush greenery and so much of it, white flowers bloom around you, sickly sweet, musty and ripe. You close your eyes. You're bright and weightless and floating off the ground. This is the best day of your life.

Whereas with Deep Forest, you're trekking on foot, through the warm, musky trails the woodland creatures left behind. The sun can only trickle arrows of light through the thick bed of trees. You reach a clearing. The flowers are blooming, but there is no sky. The foliage swallowed it whole. You lie down. The ground is yawning for you.

#it's giving mental illness #i buy a lot of dupes because your girl does NOT have an unlimited budget lmao #fortunately we have a v good dupe company here & i'm able to keep myself well-stocked #that & i research arabian perfumes for good deals #lemonposting #perfume

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I just saw someone else asked this and. I am delighted by the concept so

Pick a gentleman or lady (or several) from a media you enjoy; you are their stylist for a night out, what do you dress them in?

Dehya I want to see in a glamorous gown - the type that makes men and women stop. This vintage Chanel worn by Margot Robbie came to mind.

Navia is a Dior Couture girl, through and through. Pick from any era, she'd be magnificent in it.

Kokomi and Yoimiya in gowns has been done brilliantly by @cqtlatte. Buy their beautiful prints here (we have Kokomi and Yoimiya [flamenco queeeeen] already so thus, inspired).

Scully - she needs a night off. I want to snuggle her up in Gelato Pique-esque roomwear where she can watch TV and have delicious snacks without Mulder calling her 28499303 times.

Clorinde in pants, yes please. Janelle Monáe style.

All the men: shirtless with tattoos I'm a simple creature I don't care if it's a night out, it's still a night out for them bahahaha

There's probably more but they're the ones I can picture super clearly.

#mah wyfe #dehya #navia #dana scully #clorinde #genshin impact #the x-files #objectifying men #sangonomiya kokomi #yoimiya

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