#bags utilizing

[perr-ie]

need these cargo/utility bags /// miu miu, benjamingreco 

[mischas]

Mischa Barton as Marissa Cooper in CHANEL (requested by anon)

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[natsmagi]

good morning do u guys like my yaoi bag

[tierras]

current bag rotation ⋆

[fiapple]

i'm getting towards the end of the skypeia arc, & i'd like to say just how much i adore the way the female strawhats have been treated.

just... every aspect of how the way their characters have been previously contextualized influences the story-line is treated with a masterful amount of consideration. we're given so many layers to both of them that enrich not only their characters specifically, but the arc, and the one piece world as a whole. without nami & robin having their specific skills, and their specific values, without those being built upon, the story would have come to a halt.

you could not have skypeia without nami & robin being who they are as individuals. not just because they never would've gotten there without nami, but also because the way these women think is itself foundational to the machinations of the arc as a whole.

to be totally upfront, if you think any other strawhats were more central to the skypeia arc than nami & robin were you are full-on fucking lying to yourself.

[jeosey]

jendo fic ft. nico rosberg drabble fic i been cooking days before :p might make a part 2 if i have enough creative juices (adhd mind shift thru multitude of ships)

(i got inspired by the suits edit at tiktok and ofc jendo fics in ao3 ily!!! 🥹) plz enjoy this 2k words random thots!!!

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Jenson leaned against the wall, a relaxed smile on his face as he watched the younger drivers—his mind drifting to one in particular.

Lando was chatting animatedly with some engineers nearby, his laughter infectious, and Jenson couldn’t help but admire the way the young driver carried himself, full of energy and life.

"Isn’t he a little young for you?"

Nico quipped, breaking Jenson’s trance. The teasing glint in Nico’s eyes made Jenson’s stomach twist.

"Last night he told me I was the perfect age," Jenson replied, a playful glint in his eye, trying to sound nonchalant, but a hint of defensiveness crept into his voice.

Nico snorted, crossing his arms. "Perfect age to be his father, maybe."

Jenson rolled his eyes, but a faint blush crept up his neck. “When are you going to understand, they all want a daddy, Nico.”

Nico rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze, shaking his head.

“You’re really leaning into this, aren’t you?”

“Leaning into what?” Jenson defended, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

The truth was, he felt a bit like a pervert for being so drawn to Lando, for enjoying the way the younger man looked at him with those bright, eager eyes. But Lando seemed to revel in Jenson’s more sleezy daring side, the way he could command attention and push boundaries.

“Oh, come on,” Nico said, nudging Jenson playfully. “You know you’re a bit of a slag. And he’s eating it up.”

Jenson shot Nico a warning glance, but a smug sleezy grin broke through.

“He’s into it, alright? It’s a bit of banter—he knows how to push my buttons, and I love giving it back. It’s all part of the thrill.”

Nico watched him with an amused expression. “I have nevee seen you like this, even before your past relationships. Just be careful, Jenson. You don’t want to cross a line you can’t uncross.”

But Jenson wasn’t worried about crossing lines—he was worried about the shame that sometimes washed over him when he thought about what they had.

A knot of insecurity twisted in Jenson’s stomach as he reflected on his own fading relevance, the years of racing behind him replaced with interviews and dreaded commentaries of races beside Danica Patrick. He couldn’t shake the fear that he wasn’t enough—that Lando, with his striking looks and effortless charm, would one day turn his back on Jenson for a younger, fitter driver who could still steal the spotlight.

The thought gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the gap between them, leaving Jenson to wonder if he could ever truly hold onto someone so vibrant and alive.

[flowerflamestars]

Where the middle meets snippet

His soulmate, in scant an hour of knowing, who’d called him beauty, angel, in precisely the same tone as he said Dick was a menace, a labyrinth on legs. Naturally, Dick had taken the opportunity to throw said legs, tanned from a Themysciran sunburn, right across Llewellyn’s lap. He’d thought he’d looked good- bronzed, sleek in running shorts, but Llewellyn hadn’t even glanced, before heaving him away. What he did was simmer in vague, fond frustration for about ten minutes straight, starring off into space, before demanding if Dick knew his knuckle was fractured. Scowling murderously down at the hand he was still holding, he hadn’t waited for an answer. Just grumbled on about Dick’s bone density, his cortisol levels, his spine- Dick lost track, at the time. He was busy, with the all consuming thought of how much he wanted to stick Llewellyn’s fingers in his mouth. Learn what his tongue tasted like. Find out what he’d look like, coming apart beneath him. And then Llewellyn groaned. “Dick.” A blink, a smile, watching a whole new expression, scowl hooking between pretty red-brown brows. “Wells.” “Your whole body is fucked.” Dick’s whole body was in perfect form. He very much wanted to demonstrate it. He’d shrugged knowing what the contained motion did to his shoulders, tank top more a suggestion of clothing than a certainty. “We can make that happen.” Llewellyn’s groan upgraded to a drawn out, exaggerated gag. Despite himself, any dignity, Dick couldn’t not smile in response, heart doing flips. “I’m fine. They’re just scars.” “You’re telling me your wrist doesn’t hurt when it rains? That your hand doesn’t hurt right now?” Not meaningfully, was the truth. Dick had a high pain tolerance- very barely knew better than to suggest they test it, though that answer was on the tip of his tongue. Which Llewellyn knew, soul bond drowning out anything else in the world, in Dick’s brain and his heart and his many formerly broken bones. Pressing back into the corner of his laughably small grey couch, Llewellyn sighed. Pinched the bridge of his nose, turned arm baring a new stripe of neatly spaced, beautiful tattoos. Treasure map, Dick thought. A sigh drowned the first few words of Llewellyn’s reply. “‘Drive me fucking insane,” he opened his eyes. Shifted forward, long, slouchy posture gone perfectly straight. “Look. There is no reason to be in pain.” He sighed again, deeper. “I can fix it.”

[chromet]

Thisisneverthat Cordura shoulder bag

Availble HERE for purchase on grailed

[dress-this-way]

Utility Jacket + Cashmere Sweater + Plaid Skirt + Boots + Crossbody Bag

My Favorite Fall Outfit Formulas - STACIE FLINNER

[apnourry]

in crisis about what color my hair actually is

[putonmyfavoriteshow]

(No Spoilers) The sibling trio vibes in the latest episode >>>> I love their dynamic sm. I'm so glad Colby isn't just the "dumb" youngest brother. A lot of times he's smarter than Jake and Amy but just not as experienced. And I love Jake's consistent desire to be good therefore making him the black sheep of the family. Also not me just putting together Colby's villain name "Flashform" as two of his main powers is speed and shape shifting 🤦🏻‍♀️

[bethrnoora]

man having big horns would be so useful. i could hang things i dont wanna carry on them and also if anyone pissed me off i could just charge them

[dragonballnewstar]

// HHHHHHhh..... I'm alive...

IRL has been nuts and got a whole new project for work, and it seems my pay is taking a major hit. Plus bdays to plan (including my own) and trying to draw more has really hampered the creative juice!

[cheapcheapfaker]

[wewontbesleeping]

bills are not fun to pay..!!! it is fun to pay for Items and Goods. NOT electricity.