"i dressed slutty but it's really cold, can i please borrow your jacket or something?" for maekar x dyanna?
maekar’s the only one who’s sober enough to ask, and dyanna dreads it. he’ll do it, right? she thinks desperately. he’s mariah’s son. mariah is her mother’s cousin. or something like that. it doesn’t matter. what does matter is that she is fucking freezing despite the alcohol in her blood, and she really should have known better than to wear a slutty minion costume. she’d done it because she couldn’t believe they even existed, but then again she wouldn’t put anything beyond whatever marketing team came up with minions to begin with.
“can i borrow your jacket?” she asks him. “it’s a bit cold.”
maekar is the only person in the entire party who doesn’t stare at her costume in horror. she’d laughed at it early on–the horror that all the frat bros had had that they’d had to stare at a minion when staring at her tits or her ass.
“what are you supposed to be?” he asks her, shrugging out of his jacket, a crease between his eyebrows.
“how do you not know what a minion is?” she asks as she takes his jacket and puts it on.
“do you live under a rock that you managed to avoid it?” she’s laughing now. “teach me how to do that. they’re so goddamn annoying.”
“what are they?” maekar asks.
“they’re these…creatures from a kid’s movie.”
“oh,” he replies. she zips the coat up all the way to her neck and feels a little better. it’s still warm from him. “are they supposed to be…” and now his eyes are on her legs, long and with only the slightest trim of yellow skirt before his jacket takes over.
“slutty?” dyanna teases. then she opens her phone. “i wish i could say no, but i’ve seen some things. prepare to be scarred for life.”
My chem/ gerard way inspired makeup. Planning on doing this with my costume and dressing as Gerard for Halloween. I have my red shirt, black pants, a blazer/ black jacket and am gonna find a black tie or ribbon to wear also. Will do this makeup and wear the boots my grandmother lent me for shoes . Not a single person will understand at school, cept one or two people. But that’s the fun.. it’s unique and none of them will get it expect the people I wanna socialize with. 😈🎸🎧
I know there’s this fandom joke about everyone’s outfits being horrid and Lance being the only one with a sense of style, but listen me here.
Isn’t the show supposed to be set in the future? I mean, it’s not quite confirmed but we can pressume the story takes place in a futuristic, technology-wise advanced earth, right? Well, you know what other element of society is also always evolving?
That’s right, fashion.
So, what I’m saying is that this is probably how people on earth actually dress by the time period the show is set in. They don’t have terrible tastes in fashion, this is the fashion in this world.
That being said, Lance wearing normal 2010s teenager clothes becomes a whole different concept. He isn’t going with his time’s fashion, he is wearing something his parents, or even his grandparents would have wore. So basically he is the sci-fi equivalent of a guy in the 2017 wearing zubaz pants, sky jackets and neon headbands, or something like that. Which is, i have to say, absolutely hilarious. These aren’t four awful looks + one with actual style. These are four totally normal looks + some nerd wearing his grandparent’s clothes like a goddamn futuristic hipster.
This fucking dork just took the concept of vintage to a whole new level, i love him so much.
hey i know we’re super excited about brendon going on broadway for kinky boots and i think that’s super rad!! but i’m a little concered realizing a lot of people are going to go because it’s brendon, therefore might not go to musicals or plays much and concerts have very different ettiquete than theater so like. just please don’t go expecting it to be like a concert. theater has different rules
you only applaud after musical numbers or after acts/heavy scenes. basically when everyone is applauding
don’t call out names or cheer when the room is silent. it’s disrespectful
you can laugh ofc if something is funny!! that’s normal. just don’tr try to draw attention or distract anyone. it’s like a movie, they have to remember a lot onstage
don’t bring signs or anything like that
dress a little nicer. theater you try to wear like what you would to church. not everyone does but for instance i saw book of mormon when i was 16 and i wore a suit jacket style coat and nice shoes and it was passable. a lot of people were dressed even nicer at a comedy musical like that
have fun just don’t go expecting it to be like a concert. this is mostly just to younger people who may not have gone to these things?? yeah
OH, REI-CHAN, YOU DELIGHTFUL FRUIT SALAD OF FASHION CHOICES… Half the time, she dresses very sleek and feminine, and half the time it’s like a toddler got to pick her own outfit for the first time. Let us observe.
10. The Rei Hino Classic, very on-brand with color, cut, and silhouette. Pick one up for your collection today.
9. A childlike but not irredeemable curry-making uniform. If you’re going to make instant curry anyway, you might as well look adorable while doing it.
7. If you tell me who made you wear those knee-high cream-colored boots with your turquoise denim jacket and Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese turtleneck, I swear I’ll bring them to justice. I’ll make them pay for what they’ve done.
6. She probably had to be hermetically sealed into this sweater and dress with shrink wrap, but it was totally worth it.
5. How many layers is Rei wearing in this picture? How many more layers are there that you can’t see? Is it not true that every thing exists either under or over everything else? Isn’t the universe just a long series of various layers?
4. Baby’s first boob window
3. Trying to take a leaf out of Ami’s book, but accidentally dropping it into a fire, and vacuuming up the ashes, and dumping those ashes into a blender with 2 different brands of black raspberry ice cream
2. A 28-year-old CEO of a major technological solutions company, who sacrificed everything to climb to the top but begins to wonder if it was all worth it
1. I am nothing if not predictable, but no one can blame me for putting this one at #1. Cinched waist. Rolled-up cuffs. Socks that blur the fine line between blue and green. White slip-ons. A single novelty clip shaped like a tulip.
And most importantly: built-in hand-warmer.
Let’s be real: first-grade me would have killed for this look.
She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.
“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.
“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.
“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”
Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.
She looks good in his jacket.
Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.
There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.
She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.
“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–
“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”
He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”
Preview for my matsuhana zine piece. because i realized i didn’t even post anything. ugh .. i lost the coloration for this when i messed up my file so i had to do it TWICE…Makki still dressing like a clown.
Summary: Ever since your fateful first encounter with Jungkook, it’s been radio silence in your mind. You’re trying your best to move on. But no matter how hard you try to forget him, life finds away to throw the two of you back together.
Word count: 2.2k
A few weeks later, and any tension between you and Jieun was gone. Currently, she sat in front of her vanity, applying makeup in preparation for the music department’s showcase. Behind her, you stood, curling iron in hand, ready to help.
Jieun glanced back to look at you. “You can go ahead,” she said, nodding towards the tool in your hand. “I’ll just do my makeup at the same time–it’s fine.”
You nodded and got started, making quick work of Jieun’s thick, black hair. Soon, her hair fell in glistening loose waves.
“You look good,” you smiled, kneeling down to unplug the curler from her bedroom wall. “We should get going soon. You know, it would probably be faster if you got ready backstage.”
“Like hell,” Jieun snorted, standing up and smoothing out her small, black dress. “It’s a fight for mirrors. I made the mistake of going backstage in freshman year…never again.”
You laughed as you followed Jieun out of the room. As you passed through your small apartment, you grabbed your bomber jacket from where you had flung it over the couch earlier.
“That’s what you’re wearing?” Jieun asked, raising an eyebrow critically as she scanned you from head to toe. Self consciously, you squirmed under her gaze. You were wearing a pair of jeans, a graphic tee, and a bomber–it was acceptable! “Seriously?”
“What?” you demanded, zipping your jacket up. “This fine. I’m keeping it casual. I’m not the one performing, so it doesn’t matter.”
Jieun just rolled her eyes. She threw on a jacket, too, and together you exited the apartment.
Outside, the air was beginning to cool. The sun had already begun to set, the days becoming shorter and shorter as winter approached. Jieun shivered slightly, the cold nipping at her bare legs.
“See?” you taunted, a smile pulling at your lips. “Wearing pants was a good idea.”
“Oh, shut up!” Jieun exclaimed, elbowing you sharply. There was a short stretch of silence, and then Jieun spoke again. This time, her tone was serious. “Y/N, w-we really need to talk. About…you know. What are you going to do? He’s your soulmate, for god’s sake!”
“What can I do?” you asked resignedly. “He made himself clear.”
“But…you’re meant to be together,” Jieun argued quietly, her eyes full of concern as she glanced at you.
“I can’t change how he feels,” you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets. Even thinking about Jungkook made your heart ache. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Tonight isn’t about me or Jungkook, okay? It’s your night.”
“I know,” Jieun smiled sadly. “I’m just worried about you. You’re my best friend, you know?”
Later, you find yourself sitting in the cushioned seats of your school’s theatre. All the seats around you were occupied–either by friends or family of the performers. A few of the junior students had performed already, but you didn’t pay much attention. After all, you were only there for Jieun.
You glanced at the program in your hands, flipping through it to pass time. As you read through the pages, you spotted Jieun’s name. The program said she’d be singing two songs, both of them ballads you had heard her sing in the shower for weeks.
The person performing after her was a boy named Kihyun, whom you had met at a few parties. You continued scanning the page, looking for names you recognized. Eventually, your gaze gravitated back to Jieun’s name. As your eyes shifted up the page, your heart stopped.
Your soulmate’s name was printed neatly above Jieun’s, followed by the two songs he would be singing. Your heart began to race, remembering the last time you had heard Jungkook sing.
Before everything fell apart.
In your nervousness, you had begun tapping your leg rapidly. The woman beside you glared at you pointedly, and you forced yourself to sit still. Suddenly, the people around you began to applaud, and your attention snapped to the stage in front of you.
The boy currently on stage was removing his acoustic guitar from his lap. He stood and bowed, some people in the crowd whistling and hollering. Then, the boy turned and exited the stage, the lights dimming as the next act entered.
In the darkness of the auditorium and in the sudden silence of the audience, you heard the Jungkook’s voice for the first time in weeks. It was quiet, but you heard it nonetheless.
You guessed he was nervous. You couldn’t help the amused smile that appeared, but you resisted the urge to reply to his thoughts. Keeping your mind as blank as possible, you weren’t surprised at the sight in front of you when the lights flickered back on.
At the front of the stage, Jungkook stood, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants. His bangs were pushed to the side, and the harsh lighting highlighted Jungkook’s sharp features. He looked more handsome now than ever.
You gulped–and then the music started.
Soon, Jungkook’s sweet voice was flowing throughout the theatre. As he sang, he kept his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed. He was singing a cover of Lost Stars, which fit his voice perfectly. As the song progressed, Jungkook switched to a falsetto, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be carried away by Jungkook’s beautiful voice. His words surrounded you like an embrace, and you wished those loving lyrics were for you.
Needless to say, you couldn’t be blamed for being unable to focus on the rest of the performances following Jungkook’s.
Jieun clung to your arm, her breath already reeking of alcohol. Around you, a swelling mass of people moved, and deafening electronic music thudded in the background.
“Come on, Y/N,” Jieun slurred, giggling at herself. “Just have a drink with me! It won’t kill you.”
“I didn’t plan on coming to your afterparty,” you frowned, trying to discreetly lead your friend towards the front door. She noticed and stomped her foot.
“You’re so mean!” Jieun whined. “You owe me. You didn’t even pay attention to my performance! I could tell y-you were still thinking about Jungkook!”
“Shh!” you hissed, covering her mouth with your hand. “Fine! I’ll drink. Shit, Jieun. Don’t…talk about that here, okay?”
“‘Kay!” Jieun chirped triumphantly, dragging you to the kitchen with surprising strength.
Inside the kitchen, there was a crowd of very drunk people chanting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!”
Somehow, Jieun was able to produce a shot glass filled with tequila. Sighing, you grabbed it and threw it back. A few shots later, you were as sloppy as everyone else. Your friend had disappeared, leaving you with your new friends in the kitchen.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure appear in the entryway of the room. It was Jungkook.
“I’ll be back,” you mumbled, turning to follow your soulmate with newfound courage, no doubt from all the tequila you had just consumed.
The crowd in the living room had dispersed a little bit, allowing you to spot Jungkook quite easily. He leaning against the back of the couch surrounded by a group of his friends, an arm slung over the shoulders of another girl. He held a can of beer in his other hand.
Impulsively, you stormed towards to your soulmate, feeling the frustration and hurt you had buried so well resurface. It also irked you to see Jungkook cozying up with another girl when he knew. You staggered up to Jungkook’s group, pushing past two guys to stand directly in front of your soulmate.
“What the fuck?” one guy spat, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder. You paid him no mind, shaking him off.
“Jeon Jungkook!” you yelled, your words slurring together, as you crossed your arms. “We needta talk.”
Suddenly, rough hands spun you around. The guy you had pushed earlier was glaring down at you, positively seething.
“Look at me when talk to you, bitch,” the guy seethed, and you winced as his grip on your arm tightened. Then, he was staggering backwards as if he had been pushed. And it was because he had been. Jungkook stood tall beside you, his expression stony.
“Don’t touch her,” he warned quietly, his voice threatening. Then he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from his friends and out of the living room. Behind you, Jungkook’s friends were openmouthed in surprise.
Jungkook guided to to a secluded hallway, dropping your hand immediately after he stopped walking. He turned to look at you, his expression icy.
“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” he said, his eyes guarded. Jungkook’s lips were set in a straight line, and you thought they looked much better when he was singing earlier that night.
“You did, but you were also being an asshole,” you replied, feeling a little more sober than a few moments ago. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation. Bravely, you looked into Jungkook’s uncaring eyes. “It’s great that you feel that way. I get it, okay? But it’s not all about you, and we need to talk about this.”
“There’s nothing left to say!” Jungkook exclaimed, frustration seeping into his voice. “I’ve already explained myself to you.”
“No, you haven’t,” you snapped. “You told me to forget about what had happened. But why? You’ve explained absolutely nothing. I don’t know how you feel, let alone how I feel!”
“You want to know how I feel?” Jungkook laughed coldly. “Like I said, there’s not much to say. I don’t feel anything.”
“That’s bullshit!” you cried, feeling angry tears pool in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously. “We’ve been talking for years, Jungkook. You’re not like this…I know you’re not.”
“You know nothing,” Jungkook hissed, backing you up against the wall. He slammed his hands against the plaster, caging you in with his arms. Still, you stared at him, defiant. “Sure, it was fun to play pretend. But that wasn’t me, it won’t ever be me. I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll change for you, because I never will.”
“I’m not asking you to change,” you replied. “You’re making all these assumptions–”
“You should be asking,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice quiet. His arms dropped from around you and he stepped back. His words rang with finality. “If you knew who I really am, you’d ask.”
“Jungkook!” someone called shrilly from around the corner. The girl from before–the one who Jungkook had been sitting with–appeared, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floors as she approached. “I was looking for you.”
“Well, you found me,” Jungkook smirked, all traces of your conversation cast away in the blink of an eye. He slipped his arm around the girl’s waist and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.
You bit your lip, your heart stinging painfully.
“What are you looking at?” the girl spat when she saw you still standing there awkwardly.
Jungkook paid you and the girl’s protests no mind. He caught the girl’s lips with his, his tongue slipping obscenely into her mouth. The girl moaned and pressed further against Jungkook. His hands wandered deviously, one hand slipping underneath the girl’s shirt.
Your eyes blurred with tears, and you hurried away before Jungkook and the girl had the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Blindly, you stumbled towards the front door of the fraternity house–at least that was where you thought you were.
In the distance, you thought you heard someone calling your name. Still, you didn’t stop. You were eager to escape this crowded building. The heat and the constant noise were suffocating you. Finally, you reached the door, your hands searching for the knob.
Eventually, you located it. You turned the doorknob with haste, inhaling deeply as you stepped into the crisp, autumn air. You closed the door behind you and continued on aimlessly, your eyes unfocused with unshed tears.
Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, and you kept your eyes cast skyward as you tried not to cry. You weren’t sure where you were going or how long you had been walking. You just kept going, because it was easier than thinking.
Hurt was still radiating through you, and you wondered why you were still pretending to be fine. You glanced at the ground and let a few tears fall, your vision clearing.
But by then, it was already too late. You looked up just in time to see the bright headlights of an incoming car.
And then, everything went dark.
The last thing you heard was Jungkook’s voice, ringing loudly in your mind.
“Y/N? What’s going on? Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!”
- Girl in Luv
Okay…another cliffhanger. I’m sorryyyyyyyy! Also I just wanted to say this: I was absolutely shocked by the support I received from the first part of this series. I just wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond! So, I hope you all enjoyed this second instalment. Stay tuned for part three, and tell me what you think so far! Thanks again, guys 💛
“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…
“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”
Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”
“As we wanted to show a slight passage of time in costume we made some slight changes – Belle is wearing a jacket that was embroidered by hand in our workshop and is a collection of stylised images of different animals. She is wearing a red fichu and an apron with printed flowers which references French provencal style and is part of the small selection of additional things she wears during the montage sequence at the Castle.” — Jacqueline Durran
hard to make an effort and keep being the ‘lovely person someone
wants you to be’.
No one really wants to be stripped off of all their equipment and reveal their vulnerable part that remained at the end.
someone told you to fight zombies - in underwear and with your set
hair totally rumpled - in front of the person you love the most, it’d
be totally devastating. That’s why back when I drew that scene, I
kept in mind to draw her in a way that at least the readers would
find cute. Considering the manga takes place in the Victorian era,
the way Lizzie is dressed [in the Campania arc] can be compared to
[modern women] wearing only their bra and underwear.
such a trivial detail but since Ciel is smaller than Lizzie, she
can’t button the jacket she borrowed from him. However, she keeps
wearing it until the very end because the boy she’s in love with lent
it to her. I think it’s typical of boys at his [Ciel’s] age to try to
do something cool but be unable to really pull it off.
♡Proofread by lovely @minacchin♡ (Thank you so much for your great help!)
reaction to you wearing your shortest dress with a deep low cut in the front
that shows off all your curves while on a night out with the rest of the boy
and he catches them checking you out
A/n: Three out of four. It’s my present for the 4k
down, no one loos. You,” pointing at you “go change.”
death glares* “Any of you continues to look at her, you’ll all die.”
change. Now. Please baby. I won’t be able to protect you.”
with the others. Then gives you his jacket, fast and neatly* “Well, too late for
you to change baby.”
fuck off. Eyes off my baby.”
You can all watch and be jealous. Suckers.”
No. Go back. That’s my dress. Only I want to see it. Please.”
Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.
Word Count: 3.4k
Genre: Smut, Fluff
A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).
As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.
“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.
“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.
So, TLC has various wedding based shows, and if I remember correctly they have a Say Yes to the Dress for Bridesmaids.
Bitty has always wanted to go to the Atlanta store, so when it comes time for him and Jack to get married, he begs Lardo, Cait, and one of his cousins he is close to to go there.
Since he is Eric Bittle, famous YouTuber, and he’s marrying Jack Zimmermann, hockey legend, it’s not hard for him to get onto the show.
Bitty has his wedding theme and all, but he knows each girl is so unique and wants them to have their own dresses, although he wants each to have some silver on it.
On the episode, they have the epic love story, some clips from Bitty’s channel and interviews with Jack. They also show Bitty trying on several different tuxes.
(I have strong feelings that the wedding will be soooo grand, but the guest list won’t be like super long cause Bitty does just want it to be people they love and care about and not like his third aunt twice removed)
(but also this does mean like all of the Falconers, people who have been traded, random hockey legends, a lot of smh team members from their combined time there, some of the volleyball team, some YouTubers Bitty is friends with, and they do have lots of relatives who love them so it’s not *small*)
There’s great banter and chatting between the girls and also the people who work there. Everyone loves Bitty and the girls all find amazing dresses that fit them well.
Bitty talks about the episode on his YouTube channel, the episode does have a small clip of their wedding included, and the episode also kinda advertises Bitty’s YouTube channel, where everyone can see more of the wedding, so both gain views from each other.
It’s just really good and Jack and Bitty just look so in love when they see each other.
(I image a place with three aisles or two and they each walk down at the same time ok)