bellbottom jeans

ultrajchapmanstuff  asked:

1970's Maddie in them HUGE bellbottom jeans and floral crop top,please?

Like THIIIIIIIIIS?????

I LOOOOVE the seventies~ Also sixties, eighties and a bit of nineties XD Music then was far out! *W*

Not to mention, I loved the fashion back then ^^

I tried making her bell bottoms look like mine (Although mine aren’t as wide at the bottom as her’s X’’D)

ALSO, I just realized she could TOTALLY ROCK A DISCO SUIT!! XDDD

THANKS FOR THE REQUEST, I LOVE GETTING QUESTIONS LIKE THESE!! *W*

(I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted, I’m SOOOO bad at drawing outfits X’’’D I have another version of it if you want, just message me!!)

ultrajchapmanstuff  asked:

If you're up for requests, 1970s Melissa and Amanda in HUGE feet-covering bellbottom jeans, crop-tops, and funky round shades with Amanda saying "are we funky enough?" and Melissa saying, "Yes. Yes we are.", please?

eh? 

New York Gothic

-Once you leave the city and head upstate it is miles and miles of land.  There is nothing but trees.  You think you passed that tree 5 minutes ago.  It is all trees.  How long have you been driving? Where are you? 

-There are things in the forests of Upstate.  People say it is deer, but deer do not leave such large hoof prints.  Deer do not cause people to go missing.  Deer do not take a sacrifice every year.

-If you go to Coney Island during the day, people tell you to leave before dark.  At dark, the amusement park comes to life.  At night, time has no meaning, and people from everywhere visit Coney Island.  Time has no meaning on Coney Island.

-The vendors on the streets of Manhattan try to sell you things as you walk by.  Here’s one man selling purses that he promises are genuine.  When you ask genuine what he just smiles at you.  The food vendors tell you to try the hot dogs, they’re real.  You think you see blood dripping from below the cart.

-You go to the village and you see a man in a hat, smoking a cigarette.  You keep walking and you see the same man.  You see the same man again on the street corner.  They can’t all be the same man.  Now that you think of it, how did you get here 

-When you use the train, you think you hear noises underground.  No one else can hear them.  But as you read the train to work, you hear the noises, growling deep below the tracks.

-When the summers roll around, the beaches of Long Island are crowded with people.  Some of them are women, who don’t move all day, who always look wet and glow even though they don’t go into the water, women who watch the men on the beach like a lion watches its prey

-The weather man says it’s going to be sunny, but it rains today.  In another city it snows, in another it hails, and upstate, you hear reports that the roads have frozen over.  It’s March.  What is the weather today

-When you go upstate, there are miles between each house.  You have to drive 2 hours to get to the nearest town.  That’s okay.  It’s nice to be alone.  It’s nice to be alone with yourself.  But if you are so alone, why is there a knock at the door right now.

-Penn station is so crowded.  You are being pushed out of the station by a sea of people.  In front of you there’s a woman in a flapper dress.  Next to you, a man is wearing a shirt and a fedora.  Behind you, a girl in bellbottom jeans with flowers in her hair pushes into you.  You’re not sure what the year is anymore.  

late nights in ‘78

“As it happens, in 1978, Harry’s a rebellious rockstar who runs blindly from his problems like most twenty-year-olds tend to do, Niall’s a pain-in-the-ass perfectionist of a reporter who can’t decide if he’s straight or straight-laced, and public restrooms aren’t as private at concerts as they probably should be.” 

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ultrajchapmanstuff  asked:

Maybe Nepeta with them big red lips in her HUGE feet-covering bellbottom jeans, crop top, and funky round shades flirting with Karkat in his fancy leisure suit whose got a couple of her kissmarks on his face, please?


So this probably wasn’t what you expected. Don’t get me wrong, the request was interesting and all but you have to remember that Nepeta never made it past 13. I’ve been trying to draw the characters true to age (at least on this blog) and I just don’t think it’s appropriate to depict a child in such a way. You still got a drawing out of it though… ^^”

knightatem  asked:

Bb Happy early thanksgiving! Umm TBS Ciel surprising TBS Sebastian with Thanksgiving dinner made by him and lil baby Angel Alois? HEHEH

I thought about this but all that came to mind was Ciel and Sebastian hosting Thanksgiving at their place (having loads of food ordered from different restaurants) and Alois is super late and Sebastian is kind of pacing around looking at the clock concerned and Ciel is stuffing his face at the table like a cow and goes ‘no dude don’t worry he texted me an hour ago he probably just stopped to get some booze’ and then all of a sudden this crack of thunder explodes from above and this enormous storm starts gushing rain like crazy and sebastian only gets more worried and he starts to stress and grow nervous when they suddenly hear a weak knock at the door - and in enters our little soaked angel the one and only Alois Trancy:


“S-sebastian…” Quivering and red were the lips of a freezing-cold Alois as he stood at the entrance to the home, pale blue eyes rolling all the way up the fine form of the man who greeted him.

“What the fuck come here!” Sebastian grabbed the tiny waist with a single swipe of his arm, yanking the blond forward out of the rain and into his arms instead.

The door slammed shut and frozen cheeks blushed right up, that enormous hand smothering his lower back as he was sternly spoken to.

“Ciel and I have been worried sick about you what the hell happened to you?! Here. Fuck you’re soaked.” Sebastian released his grip on the waist and removed the fine coat he wore, immediately draping it over those tiny shoulders and wrapping it tight around his frame.

Alois licked his fresh lips and released a soft breath, eyes magnetizing towards the man who was now only dressed in a fitted black dress shirt and looking like quite the prince charming.

“Th-thank you…”

“Come on, let’s dry your hair.” Sebastian grabbed the blond’s dainty hand and gave it a squeeze when he felt the ice-cold digits, pulling the male with a soft tug as they walked towards the kitchen.

Ciel had a fistful of fried chicken in one hand and a bucket of mashed potatoes in the other, jerking his head up and watching the two as he chewed his savory chunks of food.

They looked good together.

With a hard swallow Ciel stared, his only eye locked on to his man and his baby lamb standing nice and close, too close, too comfortable, the blond’s slinky body way too tiny to be standing next to the brute who towered over him.

‘Son of a bitch’ Ciel whispered under his breath and put his food down the show was just that good, lifting his chin when Sebastian started to gently caress those golden locks with a towel before turning to look right at him.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?! Your best friend just came in shivering and drenched and you’re just going to sit there and eat?!”

Ciel stared at the pink of Alois’ cheeks and knew all too well how he was crushing on his man at that very second, the blond quickly averting his gaze in shame when he realized he had been discovered.

“You missed a spot, baby.” Ciel smiled and motioned for Sebastian to continue with the flick of his wrist, leaning back and crossing his legs like a son of a bitch. “Make sure you get every last drop on that puppy.”

Sebastian glared and looked down to an embarrassed Alois, softening his expression in apology.

“He’s upset because I made him wait to eat, ignore it. Are you okay? Do you want to borrow a shirt?”

“N-no I’m okay, um, I’m sorry about this.” That voice was soft and fragile and sickly-sweet, and it only riled up the one audience member who kept diligent watch over the two.

“He said he’s SORRY. Sorry, pft. Sorry for what - undressing my man with those baby-blue eyes maybe!”

“What, no!” Alois jerked his head towards Ciel and cried out his lie. “I would never!”

“Liar! You’re practically grinding on his dick you’re standing so close!”

“AM NOT! HE’S HELPING ME UNLIKE YOU!”

“Ohhh so now all of a sudden suddenly I need to be your fucking little slave I don’t THINK so! I waited a whole ten minutes before eating for you and you were late because of what the ‘worst storm of the century’ oooo! BIG DEAL. I HAVE WORSE PROBLEMS!”

“Like WHAT fitting your fat ass into your jeans?!”

“OH HELL NO!” Ciel nearly scaled that dining table, jumping over it like a psychopath and screaming, arms flailing in the air as he ran straight towards Alois.

Sebastian got in front of the blond and Ciel ran into the brick wall that was his boyfriend, the man grabbing him by the waist and not letting him get anywhere near the other.

“Can you calm the fuck down-”

“NAH! FUCK YOU ALOIS MY JEANS ARE PERFECT!”

Alois rolled his pretty eyes and crossed his arms under the borrowed coat, knocking a svelte hip to the side as he stood with sudden attitude.

“Perfectly ill-fitting-”

“NGHUURRGHHHHOW  D A R E!”

“Ciel, stop!” Sebastian jerked his head to the side as hands started to flail all over the place, Ciel an uncontrollable little punk as his boots squeaked all over the floor in shock and awe.

“ILL FITTING I’LL SHOW YOU ILL FITTING I’LL SHOVE MY FIST INTO YOUR ASSHOLE RIGHT NOW BLARRGH! TURN AROUND BLARGH SEBASTIAN UNHAND ME BLA!”

Alois snarled in disgust and walked up towards Sebastian, placing a soft hand between the man’s broad shoulders knowing he’d be safe.

“Too bad your boyfriend is protecting me, so good luck laying a hand anywhere near my ass you fucking…you…you…”

“YOU WHAT I DARE YOU TO SAY IT!”

“Alois don’t do it.” Sebastian sighed.

“You. Unfashionable. Pig.”

Ciel’s mind (echo-scream effect): [PIG PIGGGG UNFASHIONABLEEEEE~ PIGGGGGG PIG PIG BROWN BELTS OINK OINK PLEATHER POPPED COLLARS PIG PIG POLYESTER UNFASHIONBLE OINK BELLBOTTOMS FATTY FAT-FAT JEAN SHIRTS OINK BEDAZZLED VESTS OINK PLEATED PANTS FAT ELASTIC WAIST PIGGY PIG FAT-FAT~]

“NGHHAAAAAA! WHAT THE FUCKKKKK WHAT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST WHAT DID YOU JUST FUUUUUUUUCKING WHATTTT NGGGHHHH!!”

“Great. Thanks.” Sebastian said that to himself as the two males sandwiched the man and started slap-fighting and insulting and screaming at one another, the tall hunk of meat between the two being jerked forward and back by their actions.

“Just like last year. And the year before that. Five years, has it been five years you two have fought like this every Thanksgiving? I think it’s been five…” Sebastian looked off into the distance to try and tune the two out as he didn’t know which to protect anymore, and in a way he felt right at home. Especially when Ciel accidentally slapped him right in the face.

“Six…six years of this…”

..

Happy Thanksgiving kids!

-robovacation