Fantastic Fashion shoot by Susan Wood.
models in a green and purple floral print dresses in Central Park, New York, August 1966. This photos was taken as part of a fashion shoot for Glamour Magazine in 1966. Photos by Susan Wood
(A/N) Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.
ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16
The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number.
leave a light, leave a little of the night on (Lara Jean/Peter)
Title: leave a light, leave a little of the night on Summary: “Maybe all relationships are collisions; you move on but you always carry the pieces with you, like splinters of glass.” / Peter and Lara Jean make one last list. Oneshot. A/N: NOT as angsty as it sounds I promise! I was rereading the books and remembered how much I loved these two (MY CUPCAKE COUPLE) so I wrote fic because the world needs more Peter and Lara Jean. I’m a little bit nervous about this because I normally steer clear of first person for fic but I felt like it didn’t have the right atmosphere when written in third, so I hope I got Lara Jean’s voice right ? so yeah, have some gratuitous fluff. for @adribug, @thethiefandtheairbender, and @datte-ba in particular since I know they’ve read the books; happy (belated) New Year’s ?? / ok end long author’s note
a model in a mini green floral print dress pose in a horse and carriage in Central Park, New York, New York, August 1966. The photo was taken as part of a fashion shoot for Glamour Magazine. Photo by Susan Wood
Happy Birthday Sam Winchester!
pre-Stanford ftm trans!sam fic
Sam decided to walk home today.
Sure, there was only about eight people on his bus on a Friday, and the bus would cut down his travel time by about thirty minutes, but he didn’t feel like going home too soon.
Sam scoffed at that. Home. He didn’t even know what a home was. Dirty motel rooms, yellow water, and gunpowder? Was that home? Or was it cheap leather, aftershave, and burnt rubber on asphalt? Sam shrugged. He supposed it was different for everyone.
Either way, whatever it was that he went to every day after school, he didn’t feel like going there just yet.
It was his birthday.
Sam marveled at the fact that Jenny Aikens, whose birthday was yesterday, was so excited over her birthday. She was itching to get home, she shouted from the rooftops that she was finally fifteen, and she even rambled on and on about her birthday next year, her sweet sixteen. Jenny talked for fifteen minutes straight in Global History about how she thought she knew what her parents had bought her. A new makeup palette, a cute pink and green floral dress with lace that all the girls drooled over when they went to the mall, and some shiny silver heels with encrusted gems, probably fake.
“Hey, Samantha,” Jenny had suddenly said, turning around to look Sam straight in the eyes, not noticing his wince at his birth name. “Your birthday is tomorrow, right?” Sam just nodded and looked back down at his notes. “Aren’t you excited?” Sam looked up at Jenny, and she seemed genuinely upset that Sam had shown no emotion over his birthday being the next day. Which made sense, as Jenny had replied with a large grin and enthusiastic bobbing of her head whenever people had asked of it was her birthday next week, then three days, then one. Sam shrugged, and Jenny frowned. Then she smiled gently and gave Sam a little nudge. “Hey, maybe you’ll get a cute dress or some sparkly earrings! That should change your mind about birthdays, right?”
Sam just looked up and humored her with a smile of his own. “Maybe.” Jenny’s grin grew wider, and she turned back around as the teacher scolded her for chit chatting.
Jenny had given Sam a little gift bag with some jewelry earlier that day, saying in a sing-song voice, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMANTHA!”
Sam just smiled, accepted the bag with a mumbled thanks, and said, “It’s Sam.” Jenny smiled and skipped off.
Sam stopped in front of Room 42 at the motel they were holed up in for the duration of John’s current hunt; vampires again. The yellow-stained beige curtains were drawn shut, but that was the usual. Sam sighed and pulled out his key card, scanned it, and pushed down the door handle.
It was unusually dark. Sam flipped on the lights, and he nearly had a heart attack when he saw John and Dean jump up at the table and scream ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’ before swinging into a terrible, cracked rendition of the birthday song. Sam couldn’t help but laugh and dump his bag before tightly hugging his family.
Maybe birthdays weren’t so bad, Sam thought.
“Hey, sweetie, I got you something.” John said with a grin and happy twinkle in his eyes. John handed Sam a little bag similar to the one he had received from Jenny earlier that day, and Sam gratefully took it and sat down at the table. He didn’t get his hopes, though.
Sam felt a rectangular plastic inside and took it out of the bag, unwrapping the tissue paper around it. Sam’s jaw nearly dropped when he saw the nude palette that Jenny had been dying to get for her birthday yet hadn’t.
John fidgeted awkwardly. “I wasn’t really sure what to get you, hun, but I figured, you know, you’re fifteen now. Dances and boys and all that, right?” John said, searching for some reassurance in Sam’s face that he hadn’t screwed up, and sighing when he saw Sam give a shy smile.
“Thanks, Dad. The girls will go crazy over this,” Sam said, getting up and hugging his dad. Sam wiped a tear from his eye while his face was hidden. He felt terrible that his dad had spent so much money on something Sam didn’t even want, but he daren’t say anything. He figured that John would rather waste money than have his daughter be his son.
Sam pulled away, and Dean slapped his shoulder. “Heya, Sammy, I got you something too, but I kinda really want a bite of this cake,” Dean said slyly, eyeing the chocolate dripping off of the vanilla frosting. John had gone all out for Sam, and it only made Sam feel worse. But Sam laughed and nodded despite John’s reprimanding ‘Dean!’ and they all dug in.
Sam re-wrapped the palette in the tissue paper and put it in his duffel when he was getting ready for bed. John had already passed out in front of the TV on the pull out sofa with a beer. Dean came out of the bathroom and pulled on a form fitting black Metallica t-shirt and some fresh boxers as Sam climbed into bed.
“Hey, Sammy, you forgot something,” Dean whispered, and Sam pushed the covers down and propped up his head on his hand. Dean grinned in the dark and threw Sam a package. Sam caught it and sat up to switch on the bedside lamp. He tied up his hair at the base of his neck and ripped off the crudely wrapped paper. There was still a plastic around the present, and when Sam ripped it off, he didn’t even know what it was and stared at it for a good five minutes.
And then Sam’s breath caught in his throat. It was a binder. Nude colored. Probably around $70. Great quality. It looked like it had come in the mail.
Sam looked up at Dean, tears welling in his eyes, and he launched himself into Dean’s bed and hugged him tight, not bothering to fight off his grateful sobbing.
“Hey, Sammo, it’s okay. I know you’ve been wanting one real bad, and I have a job at the moment, so I figured, what the hell. If it helps with, um, your…”
“Dysphoria,” Sam whispered, before going back into hysterics. It just felt so good. To be loved, accepted, and supported by his big brother. His role model. The one who had raised him. His approval meant more than his dad’s ever could.
“Love you, Sammy,” Dean whispered, and even though John had deemed them too old to still share a bed, Sam fell asleep next to Dean.
He gave the palette to Jenny, and the next day they skipped town.
For challenge 18 I imagined how the Pleasantview teens might look if they lived in a different era. Keeping their original clothing color scheme turned out to be more challenging than I thought it would be! Angela still has a green floral dress, and Dirk a blue shirt. Lilith ended up with a Janis Joplin vibe in the black, so I kinda went with that. Dustin was the hard one, but in the end his old pants color is now his shirt (and it still has a llama on it!).
A pair of models, one in a green floral print dress and the other in a red paisley print dress, sit on a carriage in Central Park as they talk with a male model in a black suit, New York, New York, August 1966. The photo was taken as part of a fashion shoot for Glamour Magazine.August 1966. Photo by Susan Wood