And another lovely scene by @panda-capuccino for the lovely Reylux work “Codega”.
stopped in front of her and gave her a once-over from toes to head. She could
not see his eyes, but she could feel them silently assessing her and her
readiness. She barely stopped herself from fidgeting with her clothes under his
gaze. She was wearing her black training leggings and long undershirt, but had
topped the ensemble off with a sleeveless tunic made of what seemed to be the
same material as Kylo’s robe; the material was thick and would stand up well
against a number of different weapons. A leather belt rounded out the ensemble,
on which her lightsaber was clipped. On the other side was clipped an
expandable quarterstaff, and a thigh holster on her right leg held a blaster
pistol. She hadn’t exactly been sure which weapons would be appropriate, and so
had tracked Asha Ren down in the armory just under an hour ago. The
quarterstaff and pistol had been the Knight’s idea, and Rey had to admit that
she felt comfortable with their use. She had not practiced much with her
lightsaber, but she trusted her Master to not leader her into any situation
where she could not handle herself with one or the other of her weapons.
you are prepared adequately,” he stated after he had finished raking his
eyes over her. Rey shivered with a mixture of pride and that feeling she got
every time she saw him in his mask; she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to
hearing him speak through the blasted thing. “I have something for
you,” he added after another moment. He motioned for her to follow him
through the hangar doors, across the hangar, and up the ramp into his shuttle.
Reaching down for something on one of the jump seats, he directed her to turn
around with a twist of his fingers.
him crowd behind her, towering over her form as he draped a fold of cloth
across the front of her neck and over her shoulders. His gloved hands deftly
adjusted the fabric and Rey heard the click of a pin locking in place on each
of her shoulders. He gripped her by the shoulders once he was done, but didn’t
make a move to turn her around. Rey was glad for the emptiness of the vessel,
as she could feel her cheeks redden and her breaths were coming quicker. She
could feel him behind her, even though there was likely a foot of space between
their bodies, and she was overly aware of their only point of contact through
her layers of clothes and his gloves.
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” - G-Dragon
You turn from the mirror in your closet, threading one silver earring through your ear lobe and quirking an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?”
Jiyong is standing in the archway leading to the bedroom, his expression churlish. “What is that.”
At your confused look, he pointedly runs his eyes down your body, bypassing the silk blouse that offered a tantalizing view of your collarbones and chest before stopping immediately on the high-waisted black leather skirt. He glares at it for several seconds, completely ignoring the way you start arranging your legs in sexy or silly poses under his gaze.
“Jiyong, what?” You grin at him, bending over to clasp the straps of your heels around your ankles.
“I think you’re wearing that wrong,” he says, pointing to the skirt.
“What?” You look down at your outfit before double-checking it in the mirror. “No. It’s right, isn’t it?”
“It’s too short. You need to pull it down, to mid thigh.”
You tilt your head, eyes narrowing at his casual expression. “The skirt is supposed to be this short. It’s high-waisted…. But you know that, fashion icon G-Dragon.” You put your hands on your hips, preparing for battle as indignation rises in you. “You’re not actually doing this, are you? Because I distinctly remember a conversation several months ago about how I should trust you, even if you’re doing a half-naked photoshoot with scantily-clad Victoria’s Secret models and have your hands all over them.”
Jiyong looks away, a scowl tugging at the corner of his mouth. His fingers start picking at the corner of his shirt where little strings have come unraveled.
You sigh, well-aware of the sour taste in your mouth when you see Jiyong with other, usually stunning women that walk the same plane of fame as he does. You’d been working hard at growing up, where that issue was concerned, learning to let it go, to trust that Jiyong is with you because he wants to be, to put faith in the time you’d spent together. He hasn’t had much experience yet with the turnabout, but you know he’s trying to be mature about it. Well, mature-ish.
You move in front of him and catch his hands, distracting them from the ruination of his shirt (not a tragedy to be honest) and holding them tightly. “You know you’re the only one for me, Jiyong.” You press a kiss to his cheek before saying, “I’ll be back around midnight, I think. Jihyo likes to party hard, but the birthday cake should make her sleepy after a while. Go to sleep without me, okay?”
He nods, somehow managing to be sheepish, reluctant, and disapproving at the same time. “Love you….have fun.”
mom says i should shave my legs so i don’t, she also says i look better in long hair and in cute skirts so i cutted it and quitted wearing cute skirts just fake leather skirts with fishnet tights. or.. in fact i just do what i want with my own body
Look at this COMFY ASS bitch. She’s strolling around the airport looking hella FRESH-FACED like she just got out of a 8-hour long massage at LA’s premier spa for Hollywood’s effortlessly beautiful up-and-coming actresses BUT NO she’s at the FUCKING AIRPORT. And instead of showing up in stained XXXL sweats and a beanie because WE ALL DO THAT, she decides she’s going to show up in some trendy ass 50% normcore 50% comfycore outfit and she’s NOT EVEN WEARING JEANS SHES WEARING SOME PERFECTLY CUFFED STRAIGHT LEGGED PANTS PROBABLY WITH WELT BACK POCKETS CAUSE THIS BITCH IS CLASSY AF. NO SKINNY JEANS HERE BECAUSE SHES ROCKING THAT NEXT LEVEL COMFYCORE.
AND WHAT OUTFIT WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT DOPE ASS LEATHER CPs. LOOK AT THEM. THOSE ARE SOME WELL CONSTRUCTED BEAUTIFUL SHOES. A STREETWEAR MINIMALIST’S DREAM. A NORMCORE FUNDAMENTALIST’S RIGHT HAND SHOE.
LOOK SHE EVEN WEARS THEM OUTSIDE BECAUSE FUCK THE DIRT AND GRIME THAT JUST GIVES THEM CHARACTER. EVEN THE FUCKING DOG IS NERVOUS THAT ADC IS FLEXING MAD HARD IN ITS PRESENCE IT CAN BARELY KEEP UP. GOOD LUCK DOG NEXT TO THOSE PERFECTLY CUFFED ANKLE PANTS YOU BETTER STEP THE FUCK UP.
Rhys winnowed both Cassian and Nesta to the camp first, and then came back for me. Before he had taken Nesta, he had evaluated her and then snapped his fingers, exchanging her Summer Court dress into black Illyrian fighting leathers.
“What on earth is this?” Nesta had demanded, plucking at the clothes in distaste. “Am I wearing … pants?” Even all those years we had lived in the hovel, Nesta had refused to wear pants or leggings, thinking them too crude for her station.
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That dark room had a light which was waving back and forth in a slow pace, lighting from time to time the pale skin of that fragile creature who had dark signs, ghosts of the past nights. Her breath was so heavy then, so perfectly in harmony with the sweet melody of the silence.
I looked at her trembling legs. Her knees were red and her body had goose bumps because of the thin leather cloth I asked her to wear. She was such an obedient child after all, she would have been naked if I asked her.
Do you have any pictures of you in leather leggings? I bet your ass looks incredible in them!
None of your business buddy i don’t care what you bet, but my ass is not a fuckin decorative accessory to show it off, on the internet … Wtf you have an ass too! Wear a leather garment, sit on a bowl, and here you go! ADMIRE IT
Tried jumping onto Batgirl’s side. The idea was to show a noticeable age-ing/ difference from when she first started crime fighting to where she is now. So her current battle outfit is riddled with dents and scratches. I had this gnarly idea to have one deep scratch over her helmet’s eye to give her a dark look. It was originally supposed to be more reminiscent of the Batgirl from the Joker Returns movie but it ended up looking more like the Batgirl DLC game design. I like the hard shell armor compared to her past self but I think I can come up with something fresher. And when you try to think about what Batgirl would have worn when she first starts crimefighting then it makes sense to jump to the current Babs Tarr design. She wouldn’t wear a leotard and skinny leggings because she’s street smart enough to know what skidding on gravel would do to that kind of material so a leather outfit just makes the most sense. I just tweaked the colors to see if the 90′s animated series colors worked and it did but I won’t be using Babs Tarr design. I want to find my own Batgirl.
2. What colour and style is your hair? It’s brown with an ombre down to a reddish-blonde. My hair is naturally v straight and fine and thin, thin, thin! So I just let it do whatever it wants. It’s almost to my waist, but I have a high waist/short torso, so that’s not saying much.
3. What colour are your eyes? Brown-ish golden.
4. Do you wear glasses? Only in the night times.
5. Do you wear braces? Not anymore!
6. What is your fashion sense? I’m either in dresses and heels or I’m wearing leggings with an edgy t-shirt, choker, leather jacket, and converse. Like honestly no in between. Super cutesy or edgey rocker lol. I always wear my solar system bracelet and my “reach for the stars” bracelet, rings on most of my fingers, and a necklace of some kind.
7. Do you have any siblings? 4 ½–one older half-brother, old brother, younger brother, and two younger sisters.
8. What kinda student were/are you? Way better than any other student I know. I don’t believe in procrastination, so I always get my work done effectively and quickly. I’ll write papers in advance and schedule out my weekends for what I’ll do each day.
9. What is your favourite subject? English & Psychology
10. Favourite TV shows? LOST, Dance Academy, Skam, How to Get Away with Murder, Shameless, Gotham, Scream…everything p much.
11. Favourite books? Harry Potter (the seventh in my fave of them all), anything by Sarah Dessen, anything by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Kite Runner, Room, this is a short story not a book but Ron Carlson’s Disclaimer is great, Moral Instruments is my guilty pleasure, the Death of the Family DC comics arc is pretty great.
12. Favourite pastime? Writing, watching TV, playing card games.
13. Any regrets? Only two.
14. What is your dream job? Novelist and TV show writer.
15. Do you want to get married? If someone will take me.
16. Do you want kids? How many? Two or three.
17. How many countries have you visited? 2–Germany and Poland.
18. What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? I don’t have many scary dreams. I do have sleep paralysis though, so I have a lot of scary hallucinations, though those aren’t actually scary in hindsight–it’s just the disorder.
19. Do you have any enemies? Not that I can think of.
kenma loves big comfy jumpers and hoodies with ridiculous colours and designs and very tight pants made off soft fabric underneath (he refuses to admit that he wears leggings but that’s basically what he does)
kuroo seems to be all leather and black but actually he really likes to wear bright colours that usually don’t go together but he doesn’t care (one time kenma had to stop him from wearing a pink shirt with green pants)
kageyama is a hipster. he pretends that he doesn’t care about his clothing but he’s very fussy when it comes to his clothes. he likes big shirts and tight jeans and old fashioned boots.
hinata likes, oh wonder, cute things. it started with his sister putting little hairslides in his hair and making him wear cute bracelets and necklaces. he doesn’t particulary wear pink and cute clothes but he occasionally wears adorable things like bows in his hair and rings and washable tattoos
suga and guchi both like comfy and loose clothes like jogging pants and pajamas (yes both already wore pajama pants for practise) and they really love jumpers and hoodies.
tsukki is, and you won’t believe it, totally punk rock. he wears leather jackets and black shirts and pants and punk boots. (but he also likes nerdy stuff like big glasses and shirts with imprints of his fandoms)
iwaizumi wears everything with sassy comments printed on. that’s it. that’s his standard.
oikawa always, and nobody knows how he does it, matches his clothes with iwaizumi. sometimes he wears a shirt with a counter to iwaizumi’s sassy comment, sometimes only the colours matches. (and he likes to take iwaizumi shopping and buys him hipster clothes with ridiculous imprints)
akaashi is always overdressed. he likes fancy clothes and scarves and big ass glasses and vintage things. (he threatened bokuto with murder as he saw him with a simple south park shirt and jogging pants once.)
bokuto just doesn’t care how he’s dressed. how he always looks this good is a mystery to everyone.
So you know how
Bahorel’s description in the brick includes that he wears “daring waistcoats”
and yeah, that already sounds like he’s a bit extravagant but later on they
walk through the city before the revolt starts with bared guns, riffles and
swords and a person on the street turns around because they are bewildered by
Bahorel’s waistcoat and he totally loves it. Also when Joly’s talking about Musichetta Bahorel
is like, ‘Dude, you have to show off those legs of yours, you know. Leather
pants, that’s what I’m talking about, I know a shop.’
So yeah, I love all the modern AU Cosette fashion
blogger headcanons with pastel dresses and combat boots but let’s be real
Bahorel is just such a fashionista, he would give everyone fashion tips all the time and go shopping with his friends or help them to find
something to wear to a date and totally despair because ‘No Jehan, how can you… what even is that?’.
Honestly, the only one who could give him a run for his money is
Blue doesn’t mean to be ungrateful. Really. But she feels like some preppy-clone-wannabe when she steps out of the salon with Helen and Mrs. Gansey each holding one of her arms, matching grins decorating their beautiful Gansey faces. Blue sighs internally and her ankles bow in the red heels they’ve stuck on her feet.
“Should have gone with the kitten heels like I said, Helen,” Mrs. Gansey says.
Helen makes a face as though kitten heels are the most vulgar thing she can imagine. Blue doesn’t even know what the hell kitten heels are. Why would anyone name torture-trap shoes after adorable animals?
What would you call your dress sense? Like what kind of clothes do you usually wear or identify as being your style?
how i dress and what my style is are very different tbh
i mostly dress in girly tees if possible (or just androgynous), skinny jeans and a hoodie or something just cuz it’s fairly androgynous and i won’t get beat up for wearing it and most of the stuff i want to wear doesn’t fit me. i also got doc martens recently and i wear them a lot
ideally i’d love to dress like cyberpunk, or just punk punk with a leather jacket n shit but at the same time i’d also really love to dress way more feminine, like some cute robot leggings that i have with some nice boots, a tee and a skirt, stuff like that
sorry it’s kinda disjointed but i guess i’d sum it up as femmepunk with a side of cyber for the ideal, shy nerd for the real
“what do you think?” poe asks, picking up fistfuls of the polka-dotted skirt in his eager fists and completing a quick twirl. the dress he’s picked out is slim and fitted around his torso, expertly showing off his toned pilot’s figure, and cinched at the waist with a white leather belt. below that, it balloons outwards in a bright, ever-swaying orange skirt that falls to his knees, exposing powerful, muscled legs. he’s even added a dot of rouge to his cheeks, finn notices, and what looks like a pop of orange lipstick.
as finn watches, he slips on a pair of elbow-length black gloves and strikes a pose, winking.
“i love it. you should totally wear it tonight,” finn says truthfully, grinning.
“you think?” poe asks, a little doubtfully. he pulls the doors of his closet open wide and examines his reflection in the mirror inside, smoothing down the lap of the skirt and fiddling with his belt buckle. “i feel like it’s a little loud for the general’s dinner.”
“definitely,” finn nods, slipping his arms around poe’s shoulders and squeezing as he plants a kiss lightly on poe’s cheek.
“it suits you.”
poe dameron wears dresses regularly (his closet is full of them - after all, he has plenty of space since he came out of there… *finger guns*) and there’s nothing you can say to convince me otherwise. caption drabble by me, art by the beautiful and talented@padanidala (commission info); thank you so much!
Marley was nervous this being her first real date with a girl. She spent the whole day before picking out what to wear. Normally she wasn’t worried about what she wore. Most of her clothing consist of dark colors and somehow everything she wore always worked together. For her date she wanted to put a little effort into her outfit. She put on a slim fitting tank top along with a flannel over top. She added an unzipped hood and her leather jacket. Her favorite pair of ripped jeans cover her leg. Marley styled her hair up for once rather than let it lay naturally as it normally did. She tired her boot before heading out to Mona’s place to pick her up. She stopped at a store to buy some flowers before driving to the Mcalister house. Marley knocked on the door waiting for someone to answer, a bouquet of red and pink roses in her hand.
You frowned to yourself, looking at you in the mirror of your bathroom. You had this sexy outfit on, lace covering your intimate parts. You
had this fishnets up your legs, attached to your black leather corset
and you smiled to yourself, feeling sexy. You rearranged your hair,
taking the time to check every single lock. “One more minute,
honey.” you sweetly answered. You put on some bloody red lipstick,
without forgetting to perfume your neck.
don’t care what you’re wearing, it’s gonna end up on the floor anyway.”
Hoseok sulked silently, his mind slowly losing patience. He was sat
on his bed, alone with a hard on. Today was his birthday, you see,
and it really wasn’t the time for him to feel lonely. But you always
knew, the more you wait with him, the more passionate the act will
be. “Come on babe, it’s really–“
“I don’t have pictures of what I was wearing on both incidents but both times I was with my boyfriend and only had my legs showing.
I had gone down to visit him at uni and we went out twice. On both occasions I was called at by groups of ‘men’.
The first was when wearing a mid-thigh length tartan skirt, a black shirt, heels and my boyfriend’s leather jacket (which drowns me completely). We walked in front of a group of guys when one of them starting saying “imma take your girl” we both ignored it but the guys followed us for a few minutes before giving up, and my boyfriend was almost about to retaliate as what he was saying was getting more vulgar such as “imma take your girl harder than you ever did. Bet she likes it rough”.
The second time I was in a black bodycon dress, matched with red heels and again used my boyfriend’s leather jacket to keep warm and had it completely zipped up. We were meeting up with some of his friends and were almost there when a group of guys started walking in our direction, as we got closer one of them yelled “fit bird” followed by another saying “how much you pay for her then?” I was utterly shocked with what they were saying especially when he followed it up by saying “I’d pay more for you”.
Safe to say my boyfriend held on to me for the rest of the night, not trusting any of the guys he didn’t personally know and wouldn’t leave me to go pee or get a drink unless he knew I felt comfortable around one of his friends. They all took care of me that night as I was shaken from being called a prostitute.
I didn’t go out again when I was there because I was scared of someone else saying something or even acting out on what they say.
In what world do people think that with a little liquid courage they can yell out to girls, especially when they are clearly with someone. I may have been dressed up and made an effort but that still doesn’t mean that guys can say stuff like this to girls, whatever they are wearing or look like. It’s not a crime to look nice and feel nice about yourself.
My boyfriend no longer wants me to just go out with him, he feels that I would be safer with a few of his close friends with us the next time I visit. And I have to say that I’m more than happy to comply.”
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