my boots are so worn out i love it

sansaofthehousestark  asked:

Help me I just want some punk! Percy taking care of a sick preppy annabeth and some fluff please help im in desperate need

have some fluff for your needs

Annabeth is not one to complain. She’d rather suffer in silence to her death than let someone think she can’t cope. She will walk in the line of fire with a head cold and will drag herself up the side of a mountain with a broken ankle. Annabeth Chase is hard core, and stubborn, and refuses to give up.

All of which are equally admirable and frustrating qualities to someone who cares about her.

There’s a pep rally bonfire next week for which she has to organise balloons and banners and a damn bonfire to burn to rally a bunch of preps.

“You’re gonna kill yourself over this,” Percy complains for what has to be the hundredth time.

Annabeth shuts her locker with a slam and glares at him. “I’m fine,” she protests, most unconvincingly, he might add, with a blocked nose and sore throat rasping her voice.

“You look like death,” he tells her as they start walking down the hall.

Which was a lie, because Annabeth rarely looks far from perfect. Even with a puffy red nose and chapped lips, she still looks like the model student. Her hair falls in pretty gold ringlets down her back, her jeans, purple blouse, and grey blazer are un-creased even after a whole day at school. She does a great job of making Percy look even scruffier, which is completely unnecessary as Percy can do that well enough on his own.

“Thanks so much,” she mutters.

“Here.” Percy holds out his hands to take her bag and books and she hands them over without protest. “Seriously, Annabeth. Someone else can take over for one freaking pep rally, you don’t have to do everything alone.”

He holds the door open for her and she walks outside. In January, their school campus is tipped with frost, the only trees still with leaves on are the tall snow covered pines. Percy’s bomber jacket keeps most of the cold out but Annabeth shiveres against it, he adjusts her books under his arm and wraps the other one around her shoulders.

“See, this is why you got ill in the first place,” he says.

Annabeth elbows him. “You’re why I got sick! You infected me!”

“Oh, come on! You can’t hold that against me.”

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  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: louis waited until we knew it was a bee tattoo to wear the bee shoes. He wanted the bee to be legitimized before he did this. Louis is always looking out for us. He works so hard and hasn't taken a break and yet he is out there wearing gucci bee shoes because he knows what it will mean to us. And harry got a freaking bee tattoo!! And he's worn those gucci bee boots so many times because he loves them and louis was right it really is a teamwork between us and them and we're all on the same team and I have never felt love like my larents give me????
Still Breathing

More than Alive: 

VLD zombie apocalypse au by @maireep​ and @somethingmorecreative1

Part 1 / Part 2

keith and lance band together, as the only two mildly sane people they’ve met so far and slowly create a strong bond that leaves all of their plans with loose ends as they try to survive and thrive together.

pairing: klance
rating: unrated

iii. 

Lance was starting to regret staying.

Keith was socially awkward, quiet, and argumentative. He was too stubborn, too thick-headed, didn’t get jokes and was solely focused on necessity - like surviving. He got it! He really did! He wanted to hunt too, and rest and find fresh water but hell, it would’ve been better without having to ride a solid three hours on his sore unaccustomed ass because his cowboy partner wanted to cover more ground. Even Artax, easily , was on Keith’s side - simply adoring all the riding to combat her nearly endless supply of energy. Keith would call her a “colt” almost adoringly, but Lance was more than a little bitter about it.

He wasn’t regretting staying for conventional reasons.

Mostly, it was because Keith was too much. He was too easy to joke with, too easy to make fun of, too easy to stare at. Lance had too many instances where he had caught himself staring at Keith’s lips and idly thinking of how long ago he had last been kissed. But on the other hand, Keith was too much. He was solemn, static and hard to read. Every time Lance began to clue in on his behavior, there’d be another shift that would throw their already rocky friendship spiraling off some cliff. It was like he was locking Lance out.

He had barely known the guy for a week, but it was already starting to bother him. They had agreed to circle up back north, after Keith had saved him from that creepy prowler. There had been little in his life that had scared him worse than the undead that sprawled the country, but that man had been something else entirely. If Keith hadn’t been there…

Lance shivered, and was glad he could blame it on the cold air.

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I buried our love in my closet, behind piles of sweaters and worn knee highs and too short dresses. I hid our love with all my other secrets and skeletons and ghosts. I covered our love with boxes of shoes and old keepsakes that I cant bring myself to throw out. but winter came, and I needed the sweaters and the socks and the boots. I unearthed my past, my corpses and cobweb covered diaries. and way in the back I saw you and me, our love, our memories, and I had never been so excited to see a dead body.
—  rotting love//e.g.
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❤️💛💙turtle neck and chain💙💛❤️

Went for a playground color theme. This red body suit and yellow shorts are form fitting so I threw on an oversized denim jacket to balance out my curves. I don’t really like to feel over exposed and super sexy all the time & I really love boyish silhouettes because they just add more chill. The fat silver chain just tops off this look because it’s swaggy and kinda silly. Added some red vegan docs to give it a complete & casual feel.

*I have had these boots since 2012 and they are still going strong! A bit worn but I personally like when shoes have some history on them. Verdict: A pair of docs makes for a very worthwhile investment. I always recommend going cruelty free with faux leather! *


Red Body Suit: $6 (Forever21)
Shorts: $3 (thrifted)
Denim Jacket: hand me down from my mama
Chain: $6 (Forever21)
Vegan Docs: $120
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AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT - Fearlessly Day 4

This is the “rec someone else” day!! Happy reading!!!!

Day 4: Recs!

Endymion Fell by Inkystars, 

The Muse by cimmerian

a lost boy (ready to be found) by pterodactyl

Case Study by purseplayer 

Threadbare by merikg

First off, I want to say how virtually impossible it was for me to choose only five stories to recommend. We are so lucky to have such outstanding writers in this fandom. Aside from the five recs for this Author’s Spotlight, I will be posting a list of other stories I love in the near future on my Tumblr: @fearlesslysgleefics

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Unfaithful part 3

Harry Styles - 1781 words (Requested)

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“Are you ready?” Harry questions as he grabs a piece of toast from the plate in front of me, his upper body still unclothed, tattoos on full show as I sit on one of his bar stools, toying around with the eggs he had cooked me fifteen minutes earlier. I was excited about starting something new with Harry but I didn’t know how Josh would react to this sudden decision of mine. Well, actually, I had been visiting Harry fairly often lately and Josh would be fairly dumb if he didn’t suspect something.

“I don’t know, honestly.” I shrug my shoulders, pushing the plate away from my sight as I hear my stomach protest loudly, the nervous butterflies surging through my abdomen, nausea kicking in instantly. Harry stops on the other side of the counter, in front of me, his eyes trained on me as he unbuttons a fresh dress shirt he just got from the laundry. “Are you uh – having seconds thoughts?”

My eyes widen drastically as I immediately shake my head, pushing my body up straight with my flat hands on the marble, my bare feet padding over the cold tiles as I quickly shimmy my way towards Harry. “No, of course not! I’m just scared of what Josh might say. Or do.” I shrug my shoulders again as I let my hands skim over Harry’s naked chest, buttoning his shirt up for him as I try to suppress my smile by biting my lip harshly. Harry had buttoned his shirt wrong and I had to redo all of them. I know he is rolling his eyes at my motherly actions right now, but that’s why we keep meeting up.

“See, without you I’d be a mess.” Harry chuckles as his lips press against my ear and I giggle before pushing him away, walking over to my heels which are laying scattered between Harry’s Chelsea boots. I slip into the black heels I wore yesterday and turn towards Harry to see him fully clothed, except for his boots. I throw them in his direction  and one of them hits him in the stomach, Harry doubling over with a loud ‘ooph’ as I start giggling immediately. “I’m sorry babe.”
“Of course you are.” Harry huffs out as he glares in my direction, making the grin on my face even wider as he slides into his worn out boots.

“Come on love, let’s go or you’ll keep stalling the whole day.” Harry lightly slaps my bum as he passes me, the other hand grabbing his car keys out of the bowl he puts them in every evening, disappearing from my sight into the hallway. I shuffle behind him, grumbling under my breath at how fucking right he is but keep quiet enough so he doesn’t hear me. I am freaked out of my mind right now and I think my heart might actually hammer out of my chest if I postpone this even longer.

The car ride is tense, only a few short sentences shared between the two of us before Harry simply rests his large, ringed hand onto my thigh and gives it a squeeze as a silent reassurance that everything will be alright eventually. I see the familiar street come into view and a gasp leaves my lips, my fingers fumbling with a string on my t-shirt as Harry halts right in front of my flat building.
“Want me to stay here or?” Harry turns towards me and I furrow my eyebrows, trying to think of all the possible scenarios that could happen if he came up with me, and some that could happen when he didn’t. “Maybe you could like wait in the hallway, you know, just to be sure?”

Harry nods his head and both of our car doors open at almost the same time, myself hopping out of the large vehicle before I take a deep breath and make my way inside, feeling secure when I hear the door open again, indicating Harry was right behind me. I always first feel the door handle before I stick my key in, because there were many times I was cursing that the fucking door wouldn’t unlock while it was unlocked all along.

The first seconds I enter it’s eerily quiet, almost serene silence but it’s quickly cut through when I hear a moan, a female moan, resonating from the bedroom. My eyes widen and I’m not sure if I want to walk down the hall and confirm my thoughts visually, but my feet take me there anyway as my brain keeps screaming to fucking stop whatever we’re doing and to abort mission.

I take a few moments to gather myself, my hand hovering over the handle as I scrunch my eyes closed as another loud, very loud moan resonates from the other side of the door. “Fucking prick.” I hiss at first but start dryly chuckling immediately afterwards when I realise that I was doing exactly the same not over twelve hours ago. It’s not like I can blame him for shagging another woman.

The next action all take place within a time span of approximately thirty seconds. My hand pulls down the handle, throwing the door open and I take two, tentative steps into my own bedroom to see a blonde girl riding on my boyfriend’s cock. A gasp leaves Josh’s lips as he throws her off of him in the fastest time I think it is possible to send a small, size zero blonde through the room before she clatters to the floor with a loud shriek. I almost want to laugh at the sound that came out of her, resembling a slaughtered pig, but I try to hold in that giggle as I turn towards my ex-boyfriend.

“Care to explain?” I motion to the girl who is now clutching sheets against her chest like her life depends on it, although I can assure her I am not interested in that pair of fake breasts – yes, they are fake, any girl sees that within an instant – and I keep my gaze trained on Josh.
“Babe, I – I can explain, Well – I – “ I hold my hand up and walk towards the bed, trying not to look at Josh’s naked form as I haul a suitcase from underneath the bed and start throwing everything I own into it. “I came here to break up with you, saved me a long, dreadful conversation.” I breathe out, taking all the hangers out of my closet at the same time and dumping them into the suitcase before zipping it closed, dragging another one from underneath the bed as I walk out of the bedroom.

“WHAT?” I hear booming behind me, I guess Josh was a little slow with words and it took him some time to comprehend the words that had left my lips a minute or so ago. I drag my suitcase out into the living room and drop it near the sofa, grabbing all of my laundry and dumping it into the other, open suitcase. I breathe as I hear his loud footsteps behind me, booming through the hall as he storms towards me.

“You are not fucking dumping me Y/n!” Josh booms behind me and I swiftly turn around to see him stalking over towards me in a pair of joggings and a disgusting t-shirt with a brown stain on it. He steps impossible close to me, the smoke and alcohol in his breath hitting my face like a tidal wave and I try to push him away but he keeps his stance, his fingers gripping my elbow in a harsh, bruising manner. “Let go of me Josh!” I squeal as I try to pull my arm from his grasp and that is enough for Harry to boom through the open doorway, his glare directed at Josh as he almost slams Josh against the wall while he pulls him off of me. “I’ll fucking kill you!” Josh shouts to me again, trying to look past Harry to send his glare my way

“Don’t you ever touch her again you fucking prick!” Harry growls, his hands balled into fists by his side as I try to pull him away from Josh. “H. Let’s just go.”
“Who the fuck are you.” Josh stands back to his full height again, pushing at Harry’s chest who doesn’t even cower the slightest bit back. Harry pushes me to the side as he gets up in Josh’s face, their noses almost touching as Harry grinds his teeth. “I’m her fucking boyfriend and if you touch her again – “ Harry slams Josh into the wall with such force I can feel the whole floor shaking and I’m staring at them both, shocked to see what Harry was capable off.

The difference being here, I know Harry only showed his aggression because he wants to protect me, where Josh would strike me across the face if I didn’t share the same opinion as he did.
“Harry please, let’s go.” Harry takes a deep, soothing breath before he grants Josh with another glare and steps away from him, taking both of my suitcases in hand, making his way towards the exit.
“You coming, love?” Harry smiles at me and I nod my head, giving one last glance at Josh who stares at me. Harry is already out the door as Josh whispers his last words towards me.

“This isn’t over yet, Y/n.” My eyes widen as an unwelcome shiver runs down my back, my feet quickly carrying me out the door and after Harry who is already hauling the suitcases into his trunk.
“Now that that’s over, I want it to be official.” Harry grins at me and I furrow my eyebrows with a smile on my face, my heart still hammering in my chest from what happened just a few minutes ago, adrenaline coursing through my body as I slowly come down back to reality.

“You mean?” I walk over to him and lean against the side of his car as he closes the hood, turning towards me as he leans against it as well with one flat hand, arm outstretched.
“Y/n, will you go on a date with me tonight?” I laugh loudly and a hand flies to my mouth to muffle the sound immediately, eyes squeezing into slits as I keep giggling.
“You moron. I’d love to.” I pat his chest and walk towards the passenger door, hopping into the car and already buckling up. When I check the rearview mirror I see Harry grinning from ear to ear, shaking his head as he makes his way to his side of the car.

 Lots of love,
L. xox

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Posting this super late, but here was my Halloween costume for this year - a vampire! Which is pretty much just my normal clothes plus fangs! I was a bit shocked to realize that I hadn’t dressed as a vampire for Halloween since I was 11, so I figured it was more than overdue. I tried doing my makeup in a way that would give that lovely undead vibe, and I think it turned out okay. (Please forgive that my lipstick was already partly worn away by this point.)
 
Blouse - Thrifted
Corset - Handmade by me
Skirts - Thrifted
Boots - Beyond the Rack
Headdress - Restyle
Necklace - Art of Adornment
Garter clips - Sock Dreams
Contact lenses - Samhain Custom Contact Lenses
Fangs - Scarecrow Fangs
Lipstick - ‘Bloodmoon’ by Lime Crime

bloodofheroes  asked:

Feet, hips, cheeks, ears, hair!

Feet: Favorite pair of shoes?
Probably my boots but they’re getting so worn out! I need a new pair.

Hips: Do you like to dance?
I love to dance. I will dance anywhere, no shame.

Cheeks: Do you blush easily?
Actually, I don’t. I almost never blush. I can only think of one time that I have.

Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?
I don’t have any, sadly!

Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what’s your natural color?

My natural hair color is dirty blonde and I think I look best as a blonde. I feel like myself the most then, but being a red head was fun for awhile :p

Thank you, Wifey! <3

Zayn Malik’s Stylist on the Singer’s Fashion Identity Post-One Direction and the Pieces He Can’t Stop Wearing (Exclusive)

Zayn Malik wasn’t always dressed in Versace. Before the sensual-pop, Mind of Mine singer went solo back in March of 2015, the then-One Direction member was better known for his distinct swooped coif than a fully formed individual style. But now, a mere 12 months post 1D-breakup, Malik is a global style sensation in his own right, photographed just as often for his embroidered Valentino duster coats as he is for holding hands with famous model girlfriend, Gigi Hadid.

Billboard spoke to the man behind Malik’s evolving fashion identity, celebrity stylist Jason Rembert, whose clients include Rita Ora and Iggy Azalea, and who has been working with Malik since July of last year. Rembert shares their favorite pieces, how Malik has grown since departing the band, and what it was like styling the sexy couple for the “PILLOWTALK” music video (“Gigi is such an amazing person, inside and out”).

What was it like styling Zayn for the first time?

We’ve been working together since the beginning of July, and when my management signed him, they asked me if I’d be interested in styling him. Most of my clients have been women, and usually I can get very dramatic and flamboyant with them, but Zayn is subtler and more toned down. I was really excited to finally style a man.

When you’re pulling pieces for him, what do you usually look for?

Really great silhouettes, fitted pants and dark colors. Duster coats are big for us right now. Bomber jackets, parkers, lots of leather. Zayn feels comfortable in longer pieces and he loves anything vintage, particularly vintage jewelry and leather jackets.

Most people don’t know this, but Zayn is really into art. So when I pull pieces I try to keep that in mind.

In what way does his love of art inform his styling?

We love unique, well-made things. Zayn’s a collector of vintage, and he also wears a lot of pieces that look vintage. For example, Zayn wears a lot of jewelry, and our favorite designers right now are Jennifer Fisher for older-looking pieces, and Foundwell for real, amazing, amazing vintage. Anything we’ve ever needed, Alan [of Foundwell] has found. Vintage Rolexes to vintage Cartier.

The graphic leather jacket he wore for his Mind of Mine album release party in NYC this past month was quite unique.

That was Faith Connxion, and it had the word “faith” splattered in white all over it. The first time he ever wore them was in Milan a few weeks ago when he was photographed in a green army jacket with Gigi, and he took a liking to the brand. So for the party, I went through their lookbook and pulled this jacket, and the minute he put it on he fell in love. We were supposed to change for the party, but he had finished a previous performance in it and he didn’t want to take it off.

Zayn Malik wearing Faith Connexion during his album release party.

You dressed Gigi and Zayn for the “PILLOWTALK” music video, as well as Nicola Peltz and Zayn for his “iT’s YoU” video. What was that like?

Amazing. The director [Bouha Kazmi] had a very clear vision of what he wanted for both [videos]. For “PILLOWTALK” it was more fashion-forward, futuristic and sexy, and that idea lent itself well to Versace. Both Zayn and Gigi mainly wore Versace (which Zayn likes to wear in general), and they looked amazing in it. This was my first time styling Gigi, but she’s an amazing person, inside and out.

Then for “iT’s YoU”, we went a more classic route as opposed to trendy. I pulled from lots of brands that are more 1940s-inspired, so it was more nostalgic and we really took it back. Berluti to Boswell, Andrea Pompillo to Canali. Even brands like Brooks Brothers and Club Monoaco. I loved it because we really got to show Zayn’s range style-wise.

How would you describe Zayn’s style?

Him. It’s very much so him. From the overcoats to the t-shirts, it’s all a collaboration. He doesn’t want to be too high fashion, but wants to be masculine and clean. We talk about the looks, the direction he’s going in, what he’s liking at the moment.

Which is what?

In terms of designers, we’ve got go-to’s: Valentino, Dior, Louis Vuitton and Versace, particularly the Versace Versus collection because it’s really well-made all black clothing. And right now we’re just building on the palette he’s into. Charcoal, slate gray jeans (he doesn’t ever wear actual blue jeans), sick boots because boots are key to his look. I’m obsessed with Guidi boots. And we love Tom Ford and Ksubi t-shirts, sneakers—everything from Nike Airmax 90s to Pumas and Adidas.

Has his style evolved or changed at all since he left One Direction?

I think it’s definitely changed publicly, but he’s always had style. The first time I worked with him he wasn’t as willing to take risks, and now he’s really stepping out of his comfort zone a bit. My favorite piece he’s worn so far is this Valentino coat with embroidered sleeves. And he loved it! As he grows musically, he grows style-wise. And he has such a strong work ethic, he’s going to keep growing.

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sinbadthesailordog  asked:

What are five pieces of clothing you would advise someone to buy who wants to spend a summer outdoors playing, fishing, walking, exploring?

Thanks for the question! For outdoors activities such as that, I would first recommend a great pair of boots. I personally love Danner, as they are American made, and have a huge range of boot made to be worn. 

Check out their boots: http://www.danner.com/product/hike/

As for constant outdoor time, I’d also suggest a nice rainproof jacket. Nothing that’ll make you sweat. Something lightweight you can throw in your pack. polerstuff​ is amazing, I love their stuff. 

Check out their Surveyor 3L Jacket here: http://www.polerstuff.com/collections/outerwear/products/surveyor-3l-jacket

A great bag makes adventuring so much easier, so for that I went with my friends over at topo-designs​. The Field Bag is just what you’re looking for.  

Check out the bag here: http://topodesigns.com/collections/bags/products/field-bag

SPORKLIFE. Need I say anything else? Snow Peaks is a fantastic company, their U.S. store is in Portland. Get one of their sporks. You need it. Trust me. 

Check :http://snowpeak.com/products/titanium-spork?variant=671077209

Finally, the last thing you need in my opinion, is a thicker shirt for any cooler temps you may have to work with. I recently started checking out this company Edgevale, I am liking their stuff. Specifically this North Coast Shirt Jacket. 

Check it: http://edgevaleusa.com/collections/button-down-shirts/products/north-coast-soft-shell-trail-shirt-jacket

I hope this helps! I’d also suggest looking at the other great products each of these companies, as well as unitedbyblue & patagonia has to offer. 

If You Don't Know - Calum Hood

I followed quickly behind my best friend Daisy, her hand grabbing onto the maroon coloured jumper that drowned my body in warmth as the weather took a turn for the worse near the Christmas period. My scuffed brown combat boot kicked at a rock that was placed inconveniently on the pathways making more marks on the worn out boots that I had owned for years already, my legs covered by thick black leggings that were starting to stop serving their purpose as my legs started getting colder with each step I cautious took not wanting to step on an icy patch.

 A darker maroon beanie covered my messy hair after getting dragged out of bed by Daisy, she is my best friend and I love her to death - most of the time - but she knows I hate getting up before 11 o'clock unless we have school and right now we are on school holiday so I don’t see why she is dragging me across town at this time in the morning. My glasses were falling down the bridge of my nose as Daisy consistently tugged on my jumper to speed me up and pull me closer to her so that we could share a bit of body heat in the freezing cold.

“Where are we going?” I asked, sniffling as I felt my nose starting to run as we turned the corner towards the ice hockey arena that was in our town. Most places in America were obsessed with football, basketball or baseball but in this town hockey was the one thing that everyone would join together to go and watch. When me and family moved here from California when I was only 7 I was expecting everyone to be football crazy, the popular boys to be on the football team but it was completely different.

She stopped suddenly outside of the heavy glass door that I had walked through so many times before after coming to see Daisy and her dad as her dad Max coached the local hockey team, Daisy had been skating ever since she could walk really after what she had told me that she would always get dragged along with her dad to the open days where you could skate as much as you wanted.

“Okay so you are probably wondering why I brought you here” I raised my eyebrows and let out a small laugh as she already knew why she had brought me here yet I still wanted to hear why she did, from her own perspective “I just want to see hot boys skating to be honest” Both of our heads lent back slightly as we laughed at the sentence that had just come out of her mouth, we slowly but surely controlled the short bursts of laughter that would erupt from our mouths as she quickly opened the door pushing me inside and into the heat.

“Dad!” Daisy yelled across the sheet of ice that was surrounded by shields to protect the viewers from any flying pucks that might head their way during a violent game of hockey. He turned his head from talking to one of the teammates to look over, his hand waved at our quickly before patting the guy on the back and pushing him back onto the ice with the rest of his team to practice.

He met us half way as the three of us walked round the edge of the ice, my eyes following the boys and men mixed together effortlessly gliding on their personal skates. Some mucking around as they pushed each other around, I even noticed some of the boys from school and others that just lived round the area or some who used to attend education at the same school as me and Daisy but have left. “What are you girls doing here?” He asked after pulling the two of us into a hug, I was like apart of their family and the same with Daisy.

“We had nothing to do so I thought we could come and skate around a bit?” Her voice was full of hope as she tilted her head to the right slightly and gave her dad the puppy dog eyes and look, this is the way she gets everything she wants and it works 99% of the time which means that she could literally get away with murder in her family and they wouldn’t care.

“At…8:30 in the morning? I don’t think I have ever seen you up this early on a Saturday in a long time” He added a small laugh on the end of his sentence when we both saw the look on Daisy’s face drop, she knew that she had been caught. His arms wrapped around her shoulder joking about it as he led us over to where we could get a pair of skates. Max lent up against the little shack where you could see the row upon row of old and used skates, he whispered some words into the older mans ear who stood behind the counter before he retreated back over to the ice to coach the team.

We both gave the older man our shoe size, Daisy saying it quicker then me as she impatiently waited for him to retrieve the skates for her even though I am pretty sure she had her own pair back at home. The worn out laces were nearly brown from all the pulling and stress they had been put under over the years of being used over and over again, tightly tied in a neat bow at the top I held tightly onto the sleeve of Daisy’s hoodie that she had been wearing under her black coat.

“Why am I doing this?” I mumbled to myself as my grip tightened on the sleeve as one of my skate adorned foot touched the shiny surface of the ice, this was the second time in my whole life that I had been on the ice and the first time for after one of the big hockey matches where everyone crowded onto the ice to celebrate but what scared me now is that all I had keeping me up was a thin piece of metal secured onto the bottom of the shoe.

“Do you girls need some help? Max sent us over to see how you are” I looked up to see two boys standing proudly in their gleaming white skates which had a few small scratches here and there but other then that they looked perfect. One stood taller then the other even though the smaller one looked slightly older due to the stubble covering his jaw. Black hair and darker skin suited the taller one as he had a lop sided smile on his face as I started to loose my balance over nothing, his hands quickly reached out to grab my arms before I fell flat on my bum.

“I’m Calum, don’t worry I will catch you when you fall” His left eye dropped in a sly wink with the cheesy romantic comment but he hands stayed put on my arms, my eyes slowly wandered over his body. Tanned skin, his eyes drew you in that made you not want to turn away but eventually you would have to. A large practice jersey was pulled over his body and when he turned round after letting go of me to show me some moves I recognized the last name written in bold letters ‘HOOD’ his signature number placed underneath like every other teammate on the ice.

“Let’s get started”

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Okay so this is the first chapter so it would be good if you left feedback

Love you all, Georgie xoxo

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My Phryneist Shoes Index

Thank you all for participating in @bumblemamaobsesses’s challenge of “My Phryneist Shoes”. Not surprisingly, many of you have stylish shoes that even Phryne would envy. Make sure you don’t ever reveal your home addresses, or your shoe closet may be in serious danger of being raided.

Some of you pointed out that our favorite lady detective was not all glamorous, all the time; she was also worldly, adventurous, and practical. I want to thank you for the reminder.

By the way, @lunalove-blr left me a note on my Fashion File post earlier (“My favourites aren’t there. It’s the red, white and blue strappy ones from the long date”), so I am including them here. Thank you for the input.

Without further ado, here is the list of the Phandom’s fabulous shoes, links and excerpts from the original posts are included.

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@flashofthefuse:
I had my eye on the boots all winter and finally bought when they were 60% off!

@balticprincess:
They look pretty good with fishnet tights.

@lunalove-blr:
My Phryniest pair of shoes (that I have with me at uni - also the only pair of heels).

@julesfriend2:
I know that during her round the world travels, Phryne would have made a pit stop in the American Southwest to buy some Turquoise Trinkets and have some Green Chili laced wine. Once she let her inner cowgirl out to play, she would have worn these boots and roped a cowboy (or two)

@ladygrayluvs:
Then I realized that my least Phryniest choice - these OLD boots - are utterly Phryne in her capacity as Madame President of The Adventuress Club.

@greyeyes-greenlight:
I love both of these pairs a lot. They belong to a rare breed: comfortable heels.

@the-phrynest-lady-detective:
1) “They are both ballroom shoes, so not for daywear.” (scroll down to the bottom)
2) “And the most comfortable pair of boots I have ever owned (they are so warm, I bought them to survive wintery Montreal, and they’ve served me well!)

@lizzwithay:
Trying to convince my brother in law to do a 1920s themed night for his studios ballroom party on Friday. Most of my 20s stuff is too dressy for just daily wear so need an excuse.

@dpshimmyshimmy:
The bottom pic is my Phryniest shoes. The first picture is my somewhat unexpected collection of Mac-iest shoes!

@izzyandlouie:
my Phryne look-alike shoes with the diagonal strap.

@crazycatschickenlady:
I’ve had the gold pair since high school.

@bumblemamaobsesses:
1) “The brown ones I bought in Amsterdam, the red ones were from a little boutique in Covent Garden, and I wore the silver ones for my 30th birthday party, which was in an old brewery on Brick Lane.
2) Boots, boots, and more boots!

@mari-go:
All my “Phrackin’” shoes…purchased before I fell in to the Phrack-pit!

@rithebard:
I don’t have anything that is period that would be working shoes but this comes close for party.

foxspirit1928:I found these shoes before I discovered Miss Fisher. They are very comfortable to begin with, and now I have more reasons to love them.” (p.s. ladygrayluvs said that they were “rather Cleopatra-esque”. All I need now is my Roman soldier. Jack, where are you?)

(Posted 13-May-2016)

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Some days I hate him so...

I am so completely done with your fucking perfection and your stupid gorgeous face, with your curly floofy hair whether it’s blond or black, those stupid adorable eyebrows and endlessly blue eyes, and that sexy thing you do with your mouth when you say certain words…

I am so fed up with your never ending kindness, sincerity and patience with fans and press, how you look perfect whether it’s in an expensive suit or a completely mismatched worn out jeans in boots and a hoody, your mesmerizing smile and those lost chest hairs peeking out of your v-neck, not to mention all the eye fucks that make my panties drop…

I can not stand to listen to your delicious voice for one minute longer, every word coming out of those lips showing off how smart, funny, articulate and genuinely sweet you really are, and for the love of god do not sing anymore!

I am done with you sir, completely done!

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