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[nonasuch]

today’s favorite customers: friend group consisting of

1) woman in donut print a-line dress and hot pink cardigan

2) woman in goth platform boots, black maxidress, huge black sun hat

3) woman in casual lolita coord

[fuck-customers]

Huh. It worked.

So, I'm unbelievably burnt out at my job but I guess a tiny part of me either still cares like 1% or is OCD because there are certain things that drive me absolutely up the wall and I really, really want them changed/fixed. But each time I bring up suggestions to my managers, they swiftly ignore me.

Just to be clear, the suggestions are "hey maybe we should have price tags on the products that we're selling in the store. I'm willing to take the time to tag things if you could provide me with the machine that prints the tags. Customers complain to me every shift about our products not having visible prices." Or "hey whatever happened to the price scanners? We used to have them on the main aisles and then one day they disappeared. They weren't malfunctioning before that. And if they were, why weren't they replaced? It's been years. Customers hate having to track one of us down to price check something." Or "hey our online inventory is completely inaccurate and it makes finding products difficult for us and customers. Is there any way to fix this? Can we employees be doing something?"

Of course I get brushed off or told some vague bullshit like "oh corporate made the decision" "it's up to corporate" with no further explanation.

HOWEVER.

I realized my manager was paying attention to some reviews because she had us change some things based on some survey. Like greetings. I figured out that we had receipt surveys. (we have never been required to push these and only management can read them, so there was no reason I would know about them before this) I tested out ny theory by artificially tanking our greeting ratings and my manager almost immediately was on us to greet every customer. I realized I could use this to my advantage and make complaints/constructive criticism as "the customer" (nothing obvious that would come back to me. I'm not stupid. It's not like I'm leaving reviews that say "give OP a raise! They're the best!" I'm not that stupid)

And you know what? It's slowly working. I had heard many customers complaining about the lack of price tags, so some "customers" complained about them in the reviews and a few weeks later, my manager was tagging everything in the queue line. I'm currently still working on getting the entire store properly tagged and getting the godawful music they play on the radio changed. (Ok fine, that one's for me, I can't stand that garbage, specifically Lovefool by The Cardigans. It's a mediocre song on its own, but I am not exaggerating when I say it plays at minimum twice an hour- I counted) But it's fucking working. No one is more shocked than me. Because my main motivation when starting this little project was to prevent myself from completely losing my mind and also screaming some of the things I hated about the store into the void and would you fucking know it? The void is responsive.

HEY! I like that song. I know Malwart got rid of the price scanners around the store to force customers to download the app. And are even making some self checkouts pay to use by making them only available to Malwart+ subscribers.

-Rodney

[probablyasocialecologist]

TikTok was where I learned about SHEIN. For a while my For You page, which had accurately identified my interest in fashion’s more material impacts, served me videos of sustainable fashion influencers decrying SHEIN’s wretched labor and environmental practices. The textile industry is the second-largest polluter in the world, they said, and of all the fast-fashion producers, SHEIN is by far the worst offender. SHEIN uses toxic chemicals in their clothing production; SHEIN mass-produces fabrics like spandex that never decompose (at this point an image would flash across the screen: an overflowing clothing landfill, or a mountain of discarded clothes in the Chilean desert so large it is visible from space); SHEIN exploits and endangers its factory workers. Employees earn $556 a month to make five hundred pieces of clothing every day, work eighteen-hour days, and use their lunch breaks to wash their hair — a schedule they repeat seven days per week with only one day off per month. A more nuanced TikToker might point out, briefly, that conditions in SHEIN factories are not necessarily unique, or that focusing on suppliers — rather than the larger systems of Western consumption and capitalism that create these conditions — is a fool’s errand, but the platform isn’t built for that kind of dialogue. I clicked on the comments and invariably read ones with several dozen likes saying, “I’m so willing to die in shein clothes.” Before long I was watching SHEIN hauls. There are millions of them — the tag #sheinhaul has been viewed a collective 14.2 billion times on TikTok. In each haul, a woman rips open a plastic bag filled with smaller plastic bags filled with small plastic clothing. Sometimes the woman holds up each garment and narrates its merits, but often the clothes are disembodied, laid flat on a floor or a bed in an accidental stop-motion animation. A stretchy red skirt on a furry white carpet is replaced by a strapless watercolor bustier with a deep-V neckline. A zebra-print skirt is followed by a matching pink two-piece set, with a short-sleeve cardigan and miniskirt constructed from a fabric that looks like bubble wrap. Sometimes a haul is five pieces, and sometimes it is too many pieces to count. The garments appear and disappear in seconds, edited to the beat of a trending song. Rarely do we see the clothing on a body. Usually brand familiarity accrues in a slow drip, building from obscurity to instant recognizability over the course of months or years as a designer’s work intersects with the zeitgeist and gains traction on social media. SHEIN was different. One day I’d never heard of the retailer and the next it was inescapable: in thousands of outfit videos, on millions of social media feeds. The clothes weren’t distinct or cohesive; what united them wasn’t style but price. All those SHEIN hauls entered my feeds with such ubiquity that they began to feel like they’d always been there. I’d opened a door to a new part of the fashion internet: a place where girls bragged about their ultra-fast-fashion purchases, delighting in the cheapness of the garments. Here, SHEIN was the obvious choice for new clothes. Why not, when you could buy on-trend pieces at lightning speed for less than the price of a cup of coffee? It was uncanny to bounce between videos: here was a girl showing off her new halter, here was another girl giving a litany of reasons why it was unconscionable to buy clothes for so little money. Didn’t these TikTokers hear one another? But then again, how could they? “This is what we keep missing here in the whole conversation about sustainability in the industry,” Nick Anguelov, a professor of public policy from UMass Dartmouth, said to a Slate journalist writing about SHEIN in June. “We keep failing to understand that our customers are kids and they don’t give a fuck.”

[onlyangellucifer]

The Poisonous Fangs | Part 1

Summary: A vampire cradles their dying human friend in their arms. They have a limited time to convince them to let them turn them into a vampire Pairing: Vamp!Harry x Y/N (reader)

Warnings: Vampire stuff (blood, drinking blood, etc.), violence (not till part 4 or 5), smut (will be indicated with a *)

Authors note: Hello all! Sorry for the delay! Here's part 1 of this 10 part series. I've been creating some custom photos, let me know if you like them please and thank you!! I hope you enjoy reading. Again, rusty on the writing! Please be kind, but constructive criticism is welcome and feedback as well!

Word Count: 2300

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[Y/N] hates parties and has never been a partier. However, she loves her boyfriend of 4 years Drew, so she allowed him to drag her to the club. It was October and thus all the bars and clubs had themed party nights, in hopes of throwing their sales through the roof. Tonight's theme was Dracula, so she stood in her cropped white shirt matched with her cherry-printed shirt and a cream-colored cardigan to cover her arms, but a few small tattoos were peeking through the material. Harry clocked [Y/N] the moment she stepped in the door, sensing her discomfort and her awkwardness. Her boyfriend had ditched her a few hours ago now, running off with some brunette to the bathrooms and then slipping out when [Y/N] was at the bar. Harry didn’t take his eyes off the pretty girl as he watched her get slightly sloshed, stumbling around the bar looking for her partner. His disgust for a man he’d never met grew as it dawned on her that she had been left alone, he could sense her discomfort as she approached the bar again. He decided this was his chance, if he had one at all, to introduce himself to the pretty girl and hopefully get her home safely because he had this feeling that he just couldn’t shake. He was sure she probably wasn't in danger, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. He felt this magnetic pull towards the other, which was a big deal considering he’d rather be caught dead than hang around with another girl after what happened with the other one. She looked scared and fragile. He had to swoop in before some creep did. 

“Can I get another whiskey neat, and whatever this beauty is having?” Harry called out to the bartender. He noticed that [Y/N] stood there for nearly five minutes, not even bothering to call out to the busy bartender, probably hoping he’d come over on his own accord. Harry’s assumption was correct, she was waiting for the bartender to recognize that she was there and that her drink was empty. She noticed around an hour ago that she had been ditched, making a mental note to break up with Drew the next day. This wasn't the first time she had been ditched, nor the first time she witnessed him leave the bar with another woman, she was just non-confrontational and rather soft-spoken, so she often walked all over. She smelled him before she could even hear the British-laced voice call out and instantly grabbed the bartender's attention, who came rushing over with a scared look on his face. The smell of vanilla and lavender invaded her senses, and she could feel his warmth radiating off him. “Uh.. Vodka Redbull with Cherry Grenadine please.” She spoke loud enough to be heard, but not outside her little bubble of, the bartender and the mystery man who seemed to pique her interest right away. Still, she was wrestling in her head on whether she should break it off. Drew was always a safe option to her, her parents loved him, and honestly? He kept the weirdos at bay. She looked over at the mystery man next to her, taking in the way his messy curls were perfectly swept and styled, the tattoos littering his skin and how his jawline was sharp honestly could probably cut something with how intense it looked. Her eyes trailed up and was met with his piercing green eyes and a small smirk plastered on his face. He let her ogle, not wanting to disturb her as she eye fucked him in the bar, hearing her breath hitch at the tattoos and hearing her heartbeat pick up while she took him in. He felt the need to protect her while she felt safe and intimidated but with that look on his face, how could you not? Harry didn’t want to overwhelm her, letting her do her own thing until he watched her as she watched her boyfriend leave the club with someone else. He was upset with him as he realized that this pretty thing was left alone in a dingy club, where people wore their best vampire outfits and preyed on naive people. It disgusted him really, and he was only there because his friend Niall insisted he get back out there and that he couldn’t mourn Mia forever. Harry disagreed, he had nothing but time and could mourn Mia forever. Yet, here he was, Mia long forgotten in his mind as his eyes swept over [Y/N]’s features. “My name’s Harry, what's yours?” He spoke first, wanting the awkward tension to disappear as quickly as possible. 

“[Y/N]..” She replied softly. 

She wasn’t sure if he could hear her and was surprised when Harry responded, he must’ve had really good hearing because the music was blasting and she was never able to be heard, which is why she stayed silent during these nights. Harry kept the conversation flowing, which [Y/N] was thankful for. She wasn’t great at small talk and often avoided it. He learned a lot about her, they talked for an hour and [Y/N] forgot how Drew left with someone else. Her mind was just focused on Harry and the way his tattooed hand curled around his whiskey neat. She was starting to wonder what it’d look like wrapped around her throat. Though, she’d keep those thoughts to herself. She was still a taken woman. Harry offered to pay and did pay, as she was fumbling through her bag for her wallet and she couldn’t. She offered to pay him back via Venmo or Cashapp but Harry declined, not caring about the money aspect. She had mentioned taking an Uber home, and Harry thought this was his opportunity. “Uh, I can always take you home. I’ve only had a few drinks and it’s worn off now.” Harry wanted her to get home safely because he had this feeling creeping up on him that something was watching them and he wanted to make sure she wasn’t harmed. She did stop drinking around 30 minutes ago, only drinking water because Uber’s always freaked her out and she wanted to be somewhat aware of her surroundings, yet here was this handsome man offering her a ride. She accepted the ride and that’s how she ended up in his blacked-out SUV, light music playing in the background at a tolerable volume. Her strawberry-scented perfume filled the car and was soaked into his seats, he could hear her blood pumping through her veins and every bone in his body wanted to take her back to his place and worship her. He had been so filled with rage still that Drew left her alone. Thankfully, she had given him her number shortly into the conversation. Which was a shock to both of them, because she didn’t seem like the type to do that. However, [Y/N], was just taken by this fascinating human being and how his attention was solely on her. She felt this guy wasn’t a weirdo, giving her address and number over with ease and Harry felt honored that [Y/N] seemed to trust him. 

He walked her to her door, kissing her cheek, slightly terrified that it was too much but a blush rose to her lips and he knew deep down it was okay. 

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The next morning, [Y/N] woke with a pounding in her head and her memory wasn’t all there, but it was still there. She checked her phone, disappointed that Drew hadn’t even bothered to text or call her, which she half expected. She wanted to end it, but she didn’t want to be a bother. She’d wait until he texted her, her mind was drifting to Harry and she didn’t feel guilty one bit. 

After breakfast, a massive bottle of water, and some painkillers, the dull ache in her head had slowed to a halt, and she felt oddly confident. The kiss on her cheek still lingered and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t touch herself last night and wished it was him instead. She was thankful he didn’t come on too strong and genuinely seemed interested in her. If you could gather that from a couple-hour conversation in a dingy nightclub over a few drinks. Over her being ditched which was embarrassing, to say the least. Her phone pinged and she hoped it was Harry, only to be met with Drew asking to meet and talk, she declined and instead texted Harry. She didn’t want to hear any more excuses from Drew, she knew he cheated and that was enough to make up her mind. Sure, there had been rumors but she never believed something without seeing it with her own eyes first. To: Harry 

Hey! Thank you again for the drink and for driving me home. I appreciate it, you’re right Ubers are weird. Are you busy later today?”

She wasn’t sure what took over her, never would she be the one to ask someone else out, yet here she is. Asking a random stranger out over text, while deciding how to break up with her boyfriend of four years. From: Harry Hey, I made it home thank you. I hope you dumped that loser, by the way, I hope your hangover isn’t too bad. I’m actually at the shop today, I own a mechanic shop. Did you want to stop by? He was surprised by her boldness but rather excited at the same time. She wanted to see him, on her own accord. To: Harry Getting ready to break up with him now, and then I can swing by if you have an address. She couldn’t help but smile as she texted Drew back, asking him to meet up at their favorite cafe. She didn’t tell Drew that she was going to be breaking it off, because what he had done and had been doing was unacceptable. 

Breaking it off with Drew took an hour too long. She listened as he pleaded with her and swore they didn’t do anything, but she knew better. After Drew failed to convince [Y/N], he quickly left the cafe, with tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Which she knew he would use to make her the villain, despite the fact that he was the one who cheated. She checked her phone, a smile spreading on her cheeks when she noticed Harry sent over the address. When she stood, she went to get herself a Matcha for the go, remembering that Harry said he loved Matcha too. She noticed his chocolate brown curls standing in line, raising a brow she approached him and softly called out to him, “Harry?” She didn’t know where the confidence she had this morning went, but she envied him when he turned and looked revived, with a matcha in hand and cherry-stained lips. He looked like he had never even taken a sip of alcohol the day before. 

“[Y/N]! Hey, fancy seeing you here. This cafe is just down the road from the shop. Come here often?” Harry took this opportunity to look over her. She was wearing a sage green cardigan, a black crop-top, and adorable cherry-printed jeans.

“Yeah.. I actually just got done uh breaking it off. I come here to study with friends and just relax.” Harry remembered that she was a college senior, already accepted into a master’s program. She was smart and he was enamored by her. He wanted to know all there was to know about this girl whom he only met a mere 13 hours before.

“Oh.. how did that go? The breakup?” He noticed her searching through her bag again for her card, noticing she ordered a matcha as well. He slipped his card into the machine instead, wanting to do something nice for her. “I’ll pay you back for that if you ever send me your Venmo.” She mumbled. Instead, he declined and offered to walk her back to her apartment. The shop wasn’t busy, and he was on lunch, so he could spare a few hours to spend with her. He had that gut feeling that she wasn’t safe again and he noticed the shift in the air when someone who looked familiar walked in, but he couldn’t place him.

It was a short walk, maybe 5 minutes, and the whole 5 minutes Y/N opened up about how the break up went. Before she knew it they were at her door and she was saying inviting him in. They talked for around an hour before Harry got a text from one of the mechanics saying he needed help. Harry didn’t want to leave and [Y/N] didn’t want him to. Reluctantly, he stood and walked to the door. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, wanting to give Harry something for what she deemed his troubles, despite Harry being more than willing to listen to her ramble all day if she gave him the chance. Harry promised to text her when he made it home, as she watched him walk back down the stairs and seemingly disappear from view. That’s when Harry’s phone pinged, his eyebrows stitching together in confusion. He just left Y/N, it couldn’t be her. He didn’t really give his number out to others. Only his close friends, all 3 of them, and his family. His face went stone cold as the hair on the back of his neck stood up, reading the sentence on the screen,

“This will end in blood, Styles. You better watch out for who you fuck around with. Would hate for something to happen.”

Harry looked around, he didn’t notice anything out of place. He didn’t recognize the number, but he got that gut feeling again, one he didn’t want to ignore.

[cherrygirlystuff]

DIY Fashion: Crafting Your Own Indie Sleaze-Inspired Wardrobe 🎨

Hey babe, ready to dive into the world of DIY fashion and create a wardrobe that’s as unique and iconic as you are? 🌟 The indie sleaze aesthetic is all about embracing that effortlessly cool, slightly chaotic vibe, and the best part? You don’t need to break the bank to achieve it. With a little creativity, some thrifted gems, and a few DIY techniques, you can craft a wardrobe that screams indie sleaze while staying true to your personal style. Let’s get into it!

1. Thrift Store Treasures: The Hunt Begins

First things first, your indie sleaze wardrobe starts at the thrift store. This is where you’ll find those perfectly worn-in pieces that are essential for the look. Think vintage band tees, oversized flannels, and distressed jeans that have just the right amount of edge.

What to Look For: Keep an eye out for leather jackets, graphic tees, slip dresses, and anything with a grungy, lived-in feel. The more unique, the better! Don’t be afraid to dig through the racks—you never know what hidden gems you’ll find.

Pro Tip: Hit up thrift stores in different neighborhoods or cities for a wider variety of styles. And don’t be afraid to venture into the men’s section—you can find the best oversized flannels and jackets there!

2. DIY Distressing: Making It Yours

Once you’ve got your thrifted pieces, it’s time to make them your own with some DIY distressing. The goal is to create that perfectly imperfect look that feels authentic and a little rebellious.

How to Distress: Grab a pair of scissors, a cheese grater, or some sandpaper and go to town on your denim and tees. Focus on areas like the hems, pockets, and edges to give them that worn-in, grungy vibe.

Bleaching & Dying: For an extra edge, try bleaching or tie-dyeing your pieces to give them a custom, one-of-a-kind look. You can create cool patterns or just go for an overall faded effect that looks totally effortless.

3. Layering Like a Pro: Mix, Match, and Mismatch

Indie sleaze fashion is all about layering, so don’t be afraid to mix and match different textures, patterns, and styles. The key is to look like you just threw something on and it just happens to look amazing.

Layering Essentials: Start with a basic slip dress or a pair of skinny jeans, then add an oversized band tee or flannel. Top it off with a vintage leather jacket or a chunky cardigan, and you’re good to go.

Pro Tip: Don’t be afraid to clash! Mix patterns like plaid with stripes, or pair a delicate dress with a tough leather jacket. The beauty of indie sleaze is that there are no rules—just your own unique style.

4. DIY Customization: Personalize Your Pieces

Ready to take things up a notch? DIY customization is where your personality really shines through. This is your chance to create pieces that are 100% you.

Patches & Pins: Add some flair to your jackets, bags, and jeans with DIY patches and pins. You can find these at craft stores, online, or even make your own from old fabric scraps or prints.

Embroidery & Painting: If you’re feeling extra crafty, try your hand at embroidery or fabric painting. Add some lyrics from your favorite band, a cool design, or just your initials to make your pieces truly one-of-a-kind.

Pro Tip: Use fabric markers to doodle or write on your clothes. It’s an easy way to add a personal touch without needing any special skills or equipment.

5. Accessorize the Sleaze: Final Touches

Accessories are the finishing touches that pull your whole look together. Think chunky boots, layered necklaces, and lots of rings. The goal is to look like you just threw everything on in a hurry but still look effortlessly cool.

Footwear: Go for combat boots, old-school sneakers, or worn-in ankle boots. The more scuffed up, the better—it adds to that lived-in, indie vibe.

Jewelry: Pile on the rings, bracelets, and necklaces. Mix metals, wear multiple necklaces at different lengths, and don’t be afraid to stack your rings. More is more!

Bags & Hats: Finish off your look with a slouchy beanie, a vintage hat, or a crossbody bag. These little details can really elevate your outfit and make it feel complete.

6. Confidence is Key: Rock Your Look

At the end of the day, the most important part of any outfit is confidence. Indie sleaze is all about embracing your individuality and not caring what anyone else thinks. So throw on your DIY creations, strut your stuff, and own your unique style!

Pro Tip: The best way to feel confident is to be comfortable in what you’re wearing. Make sure your DIY pieces reflect your true self, and you’ll feel amazing no matter what you put on.

Final Thoughts, Babe: You’re the Indie Sleaze Queen

And there you have it, your ultimate guide to crafting your own indie sleaze-inspired wardrobe! 🎨 From thrift store hunts to DIY customization, you’ve got all the tools you need to create outfits that are totally you. Remember, indie sleaze is all about embracing imperfection, mixing and matching, and most importantly, having fun with your fashion.

What DIY projects are you excited to try? Share your creations with me, and let’s inspire each other to keep the indie sleaze spirit alive! Happy crafting, babe! ✨

[arse-crack-thistle]

rwrb characters and their eras tour outfits

so i saw this tiktok asking what we think alex and henry are wearing to the eras tour, so here’s what i think the super six would do if they were all going together (in new york, i assume)…

(in my head they all choose an era and base an outfit on that…probably nora and pez’s idea)

alex - he fights for reputation and wins. i’m thinking black, sparkle, and chains. leather jacket with a black rhinestone snake on the back and a black mesh crop top underneath. black distressed jeans cuffed over combat boots. chains around his neck and hanging from his jacket and pants. thin black sunglasses that he later uses to hold back his curls when the house lights go down. oh and he definitely has the sharpest black eyeliner on his lids.

henry - he has a choice: either live in his reputation era with alex or be his complementary opposite. so he chooses lover. i’m thinking ‘80s high school student with lover energy. light-washed jeans with white chuck taylors. tucked in, a loose-fitted pastel button-up with cuffed sleeves. maybe it has splotches of color or faded butterflies on it…idk some kind of print. on top, a hand painted jean jacket with “london boy” in loopy pink typography on the back. a glitter lover heart around his eye (bc nora insists).

nora - speaking of, i’ll keep this simple for her. a fully identical ring leader costume to what taylor had on the red tour. she may be an irl chaos demon but i think she’s anointed herself the unofficial leader of “super six does eras tour 2k23” so this fit is appropriate for her. i mean she almost made them all wear matching t-shirts like they’re a depressed cishet family at disney world but june talked her down.

june - the queen of fashion herself. this is the trickiest for me bc june wants to do folklore and just wear shortalls and the silver star cardigan to be comfy, but she’ll be damned before she doesn’t match the energy of the others. june goes with evermore and all in on “cowboy like me” to piss alex off since he almost went with rodeo wear. cropped cream fringe jacket with an elegant ivy embroidery on the back and trim. underneath, a bustier and shorts of the same fabric with the same embroidery. of course she’s wearing a cowboy hat, cream with the ivy details. and caramel cowboy boots (rounded toe bc she’s a utility girl). everything but the boots are custom made in austin.

pez - “this night is sparkling! don’t you let it go!” yeah so as soon as he saw taylor in all of her enchanted ballgowns, he knew he had to be her nigerian billionaire glitter prince. and that’s exactly what he does. he commissions a nigerian designer to make a suit and headpiece using akwete fabric in the colors of the speak now era’s visuals. all accented in rhinestones of course. he’s also all about the accessories with a watch, bracelets, necklaces, shoes, and glasses from various luxury brands. he does the absolute most, and everyone loves him for it.

bea - angel is in her midnights era, and i am here for it! bc of bullshit princess rules she couldn’t wear a bodysuit like she wanted. but no matter, she’s still going to shimmer. having not seen anyone do it yet, she literally learns to sew and diy’s a mini dress version of taylor’s yellow dress at the end of the bejeweled music video. it was totally, incredibly frustrating but she nails it! complete with lace, bows, and a little more sparkle, the dress hits so hard. she pairs it with sparkly louboutin boots and replicas of the hair clips and choker she bought off etsy. june helps her do taylor’s hairstyle from the video, while she does the makeup, beauty mark included.

so yeah that’s what i got. what do you think?? bc this is such a fun prompt and i could see each character doing like fifty different things lol <3

[brynnterpretations]

Hello! I hope you’re having a lovely day! I would like to ask for a ship request for my OC Magdalena (Maggie) with the Bowers Gang, please. She is a first-gen Mexican-American, 5’4”, with olive-toned skin and a curvier (mid-size) body. Her hair is dark brown, long, and fluffy, sort of like a lion’s mane, and her eyes are brown. She wears a lot of light colors, dainty floral prints, and feminine pieces, etc. Maggie gravitates more towards tank tops, dainty blouses, cardigans, skirts, dresses, loose-fitting jeans, flats, Mary Janes, and kitten heels. She is a very lively, friendly girl who cares for others more than she cares for herself. She uses humor and sarcasm to diffuse situations often. While she appears to be very easygoing, Maggie actually has very low self-esteem and bottles up her big emotions, which cause her to be very sensitive and defensive, making her especially catty and blunt during verbal arguments. Maggie was raised Catholic and is forced to act as the perfect, family-oriented, obedient daughter at home. She likes a wide variety of music, most notably Bananarama, Donna Summer, the Runaways, Dokken, Caifanes (Mexican goth rock band), TOTO, and the Beatles. Her hobbies include playing volleyball for the Derry High girls' team, sewing her own clothes (most of her closet is homemade), going to the record store, and nature walks in the woods or quarry whenever she has free time away from her family.

I apologize if I wrote too much. Thank you so much for taking the time to work on this. I truly appreciate your amazing work!

You didn't write too much at all! She sounds so interesting and if you write something with her I'd love it to be sent to me. Thank you for the kind words and sending this in!

I ship Maggie with...

Victor Criss

Maggie and Victor meet during fifth-period chemistry after being paired together as lab partners. Before then, the two hadn’t interacted much; while Victor always thought she was pretty, they ran in completely different social circles, so he didn’t know her well enough to form a romantic interest in her.

However, once they start working together, Victor falls — hard. He's very much attracted to soft, gentle, artistic types, and as he engages in polite small talk with her throughout their lessons, he becomes extremely interested in Maggie.

And, as much as Victor likes those aforementioned types, what he likes most is someone who has a bit going on in their lives, particularly because he can relate, and believes that the best relationships come through working through issues together. So, all in all: the guy's sold.

After learning more about her and taking her family life into account, Victor would ask her out in the most gentlemanly, Victor way by asking to meet her after class before laying the big question: "would you like to go on a date with me?"

The dates would be extremely thoughtful and sweet; the first date, Victor takes her to Derry's record store, and tries picking out records for her that she likes, learning her music taste in the process. While Vic has a pretty cut-and-dry post-punk music taste, he's extremely open-minded, and would make a point to listen to things she recommended.

As he learns her taste more, he makes her custom mixtapes, and will 100% jam out to Cafaines with her.

On that note, Victor is absolutely enthralled by her hobbies. While creative, he's not super crafty, and also... he is not a sporty person at all. He's very much blind to physical senses, so he loves watching her play, and finds a lot of joy and solace in being around her while she sews or goes on walks, even if the two aren't talking too much.

(Also, let's be real, Vic thinks she's really hot while playing volleyball).

Additionally, Vic would be pretty in-tune with the standards her family imposeds on her regarding religion. He grew up in a New-Age, spiritual household, and nobody can be blind to the effects of organized religion in Derry's heavily Catholic community. He wouldn't be pushy, but he'd definitely try to talk to her about her religion, home life, etc.

To that point, he knows what it's like to always have to be the "rock" for people, and while he doesn't have that gendered, religious aspect to his experiences, he understands that Maggie does, and he takes that very seriously.

Vic would be able to understand her insecurities, and would always put boundaries between people (*cough* Bowers and Hockstetter *cough*) and her. He specifically makes sure what is and isn't O.K. in the relationship (E.G. is it fine if he picks you up at your house? What compliments are O.K.? What compliments are not O.K.?) and is always very attentive to her.

However, the guy's a massive stoner, and will sometimes lose social awareness, which could possibly lead to discomforts in situations with other people; while he's Maggie's #1 guard dog and boundary-setter, when he's had two many hits of the penjamin, he goes into la-la land. I could imagine this causing some tension in the relationship, because he definitely would get too caught up in high-thoughts to realize what Patrick just said to Maggie, but not full-on arguments.

And, that brings us to the others boys. I’m going to be completely honest: Henry and Patrick are not good with people of color, particularly women of color. Patrick is more of a “casual” racist, who drops extremely offensive comments and "jokes" at the drop of a hat, while Henry… well, we know how he treated Mike.

So, Patrick would find every possible thing to say something offensive about when it comes to Maggie, whether it’s her heritage or her religion (and, since the ‘80s is when the priest scandals really started to hit mainstream, bro does not hold back). Henry, on the other hand, would probably not say much to her face, but make snide comments about her mixed ethnicity.

However, as he gets to know her more, he would warm up to her quite a bit. While I'd imagine Henry would say nasty things about Maggie concerning her heritage before her relationship with Vic — while they're in very different social circles, it's not hard to pick out a girl of color in a place like Derry — he would get at least ten shitty comments in.

I'm not gonna lie, the guy has two factors he uses to decide how awful he's going to be, and it's a) is she hot and b) is she the "standard woman": AKA quiet and likeable. If the answer is yes, he will somewhat cease his bigotry. On the outside, Maggie fits the "yes" to both, so she grows on him, and he would have at least one drunken bonding session with her.

That being said, as long as Vic isn't high as a kite, he will fight for Maggie. Our dude will go to war for Maggie. Even with the power dynamics in the group, Victor has made it clear he won't tolerate shit, and everyone respects that (even Hockstetter, in his own Hockstetter way, which... I mean, it's something, but he definitely still is a dick to her).

Belch, on the other hand, has a huge crush on Maggie. Like, huge. Embarrassingly huge. He tries his best to hide it, but he finds Maggie extremely sweet, funny, beautiful, and loves her taste in music — just because the guy's a metalhead doesn't mean he can't get down to some Beatles. Vic is his best friend in the group, so he tries not to let it show, but he always beams when he talks to her and makes an effort to be thoughtful, gentle, and kind to her.

All in all, while there are some canon-typical bumps (*more aggressive coughing* Patrick *even more aggressive coughing*), Victor and Maggie have a very good relationship, and the boys have accepted her (Belch especially). Have fun with them, Mags.

[fairykazu]

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE CAT DROP OFF

waiting for scaramouche to arrive with tofu took awhile but thank god, ayaka was there with you. even though, you had met him before, that was before knowing he was the one who took your beloved pet. ayaka insisted that you shouldn't have forgiven him so quickly but what's the harm in a cute guy? maybe, you shouldn't think that but c'mon? you were seated on the window seats with ayaka, sipping on a hot chocolate with a paw print while ayaka stirred her matcha tea.

"so, when is this 'scaramouche' guy coming to the cafe? doesn't he work here?" ayaka asked, stirring the tea a bit harsher than before. you noticed that she's wary of scaramouche, which is fair, since he is a random guy, you met and haven't gone through the ayaka kamisato's suspicion radar.

you replied, sitting down your drink on its saucer, "soon! i texted him a while back and yes, he does work here."

ayaka threw out some questions that are plausible in this case. "if he does work here, why isnt he clocked in yet? what if he doesn't come and takes your cat away?" but you feel like scaramouche wouldn't do that.

"i've spoken to him-"

ayaka interuppted, "in real life or only on text."

you sighed, "only on text... but! he wouldn't do that. trust me, even if he did, i could ask one of our mutuals to bug him... y'know venti, right?" ayaka nodded as she finally decided to agree to disagree.

it's been around 20 minutes and scaramouche hasn't arrived yet. you laugh nervously as your cup has nearly emptied while ayaka checked her watch. "can you text him again? actually, name, can you call him instead? where is he?"

you attempted to dial his number since you had obtained two days ago, but it went straight for voicemail. ayaka sighed,

"you see, i knew it was a trick. should we leave?"

"no, he's coming, i know it."

"then shall we order more food?"

"okay."

------

the door of the cafe chimed, alerting the cafe employees that there was a new customer coming in. hearing a familiar voice, you turned around, there was scaramouche and the renowned booktoker, kokomi. "sorry that we were late! she couldn't pick an outfit."

the taller woman jabbed scaramouche in the ribs, making him wince in pain. she laughed nervously, fiddling with the ends of her cardigan, "my apologies, it was hard to put tofu in his carrier cage." you nodded in agreement, it's true, tofu does put up a fight. she unlocked the cage as scaramouche scooped the black cat into his arms. although, you did expect him to hand back your cat into your arms, he kept tofu in his lap as he scooted on the booth chairs.

kokomi rolled her eyes as she coughed loudly, "scara, give name back her cat." you noticed scaramouche's shoulders sulked as he scooted out of his booth seat, "of course, i will, kokomi. you think, i would give a ransom to name for her own cat." tofu relaxed in his arms, you think, he has trusted scaramouche, which is cute.

"seems likely for your character." ayaka blurted as she looked away. you chuckled nervously as you tried to defend her. "she means that as a joke. right, ayaka?"

"of course, if i did offend you, i apologize for that." ayaka agreed with you, smiling.

-------- scara's pov

but the smile ayaka gave was clearly fake. this beloved idol of kokomi's doesn't like scaramouche, he can tell. it's the same smile he has seen with his mother. "don't worry, um... miss kamisato, it's a good joke." kokomi replied as scaramouche shot her a dirty look. kokomi shrugged as scaramouche rolled his eyes, tapping your shoulder.

"name, here." scaramouche said, giving you back tofu. although tofu looked like he missed you very much, he jumped immediately back to scaramouche. "huh."

"wow." you looked like you were about to cry. scaramouche attempted to put your cat back on your lap as tofu kept jumping back to him. "excuse us." scaramouche mumbled as he walked a bit to create a distance between him and tofu and the group at the table.

"tofu, if you don't go back to your mom... i mean, name, right now, i won't see you anymore." he saw tofu meow back. "don't disagree with me. im sorry for stealing you from name but seriously go back."

-------- name's pov

"this is kind of cute." you said out loud as scaramouche and tofu have a talk. or seemingly having a talk as scaramouche's voice gets a bit louder. kokomi giggled,

"he normally talks to tofu more than any of our friends at our apartment complex. sometimes, scaramouche scolds him but it normally goes tofu's way though."

ayaka sighed, "it sounds just like that with tofu and name."

"to be fair, tofu knows how to use his charms. ayaka was a victim of it."

"numerous times."

"that's so silly!" kokomi exclaimed as you watched her realize something. "i mean, i agree tofu's charms are far too strong. the archons knew if he was human, it would be far too much."

ayaka let out a laugh, "true. i believe he-" a phone started to buzz as the three of them attempted to find out who's phone was it. ayaka opened her purse and found her phone. "ah... excuse me." ayaka said, taking her phone to take a call outside. after ten minutes, ayaka explained that she had to go.

-----

it was just you, kokomi, the cute guy and your cat in his arms. kokomi asked the purple haired male, "scaramouche, are you going to give back tofu now?"

scaramouche was still a few feet away from you both, cradling tofu in his arms. "yes... give me a second." scaramouche looked like he was still scolding the cat like how a mother would to her son. eventually, he did come back.

"okay, i think i accidentally gave him seperation anxiety." you let out a laugh, agreeing with scaramouche. "i think so too. hey," you gathered everyone's attention as tofu was placed on the floor, jumping to your side. he nuzzled to your torso. you looked down, "not now, traitor! excuse me, but i have an idea."

scaramouche asked, "what is it?" as kokomi and him were awaiting your idea, you drumrolled, "scaramouche, let's be tofu's parents!"

"what?"

"sorry, i mean, let's share custody."

kokomi gasped, standing up all the sudden, shaking the table a little bit, "what?? of your own cat?"

"yes."

she raised a brow, "that you bought?"

answering a bit faster so you could get to your point, "yes."

"why..."

"because clearly, this little traitor of mine has grown attached to this little thief." you gestured to the indigo eyed man besides you.

"i'm not that short." scaramouche said, pausing before realizing you called him a thief again. "nor a thief."

"yeah right." kokomi agreed with you.

"so... do you agree with me or not?"

"yes, i do."

"alright! i'll draft up a little contract next time we meet." you placed tofu in the carrier by putting a bit of his favorite treat in the carrier. "thank you for giving my cat back. bye!"

-------- scara's pov

"i can't believe that happened." kokomi said, plopping back down in her seat.

"i can't believe that they didn't pay."

"hey, you deserve paying for it. you took her cat."

"fair..."

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theres the newest member in the cat cafe you regularly visit after school. hes kind of cute in a cat-looklike way. but then you realize, oh shit thats the thief who stole my cat!!

the cat cafe notes: - yes, scaramouche did try to pay for the total amount of food. however, he found out that ayaka already had or at least for her, name's and kokomi's amount of food. - kokomi has a crush on ayaka if you couldn't tell - i didn't know how to write this but i hope this is up to you guys' taste :3

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Be Honest…

You are a cottage core maximalist!

🍄Pale pastel colors on the walls, along with flowered wallpaper. Art work adorns every inch of wall space in some form. Dried flowers, watercolor plants. Oil paintings of forests. Woven tapestries featuring nature with warm colors.

🍄‍🟫Definitely a daisy or two can be found in the kitchen.

🍄Doilies are everywhere!

🍄‍🟫Exceedingly cozy knit blankets are conveniently draped on over stuffed chairs so they become the perfect corner to sit and read a book.

🍄You have a beloved journal full of warm, indulgent beverages made with special ingredients to ease the mind, relax and unwind. It’s got stickers and mushroom washi tape accents, complimented with bubbly calligraphy.

🍄‍🟫You hoard jars! Never throw them away, they are cleaned and used to organize something else. Topped off with a ribbon or a repainted cap and custom labels.

🍄Your bed is super comfy. Plush mattress, the kind you sink into and just disappear. Crisp sheets with tiny flowered prints, smells fresh and lightly sweet because of the linen spray you craft. Probably a throw blanket of faux fur at the foot of the bed along with a quilt or two. Pillows, many pillows. A stuffed hilichurl plushie too.

🍄‍🟫You have a crocheting and knitting corner, probably a rocking chair too. You make your friends little keepsakes and gift them randomly.

🍄Spotless bathroom, includes humidity loving plant life. Various bottles of sweet smelling oils, bubbly soaps, half melted candles and a book tray so you can soak and read.

🍄‍🟫Your closet is full to the brim of cottage core dresses and skirts. Might have a collecting of dainty, lace socks and thigh high leg warmers that are knit. Definitely has a cardigan for every season and occasion. An apron in every color, many with patchwork patterns.

🍄Your couch is probably some soft material. Crushed velvet or a luxurious linen in a washed out color or floral pattern. It’s spacious and perfect for naps and blanket burritos with your favorite friends - esp that one devastatingly handsome hilichurl. Crochet, velvet, faux fur, ruffles and bows adorn your sofas extensive pillow collection. Blankets lots of throw blankets!

🍄‍🟫Lastly, you made cookies today didn’t you?

Just cause its accurate...

[eva-knits12]

Valentine's Day with CE characters

Steve Rogers:

Valentine's Day is also James' birthday.

It's James' first birthday, so you, Steve, and James celebrate.

James gets to have his first birthday cake.

Steve gives you flowers, chocolates, and a gold bracelet with James' birthstone in it.

You get a cute card from James, with his tiny thumb prints forming a heart.

Steve also has his thumbprints forming a heart.

You take the thumbprint hearts, and make a customized necklace with both thumb prints on it.

When it arrives, you wear it above the locket with James's first ultrasound in it.

Steve cooks a nice, dinner for the both of you.

James has a chicken nuggets with some mashed potatoes.

You and Steve have meatloaf with mashed potatoes, peas, carrots and pearl onions, and gravy with fresh baked rolls.

Steve and James gave you so many reasons to celebrate Valentine's day.

Steve ends the night by drawing you a nice, relaxing hot bath, and he joins you.

This was the best Valentine's day ever, because you got to celebrate it with your two favorite boys.

Steve kisses you lovingly.

Ransom Drysdale

Like James, the twins will also be one.

Ransom made sure to get two cakes, both saying Happy Birthday on it.

Harlan will be coming later to celebrate the first birthday of his great grandchildren.

Your brother will be coming later.

Harlan is dressed in a handsome suit with a nice, gray tie.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Harlan's suit just doesn't work without his tie. He's being really fussy about it," says Ransom.

Katherine is dressed in a red dress with white tights and black Mary Janes, with a pink cardigan.

"Sorry, sweetheart, Katherine's dress doesn't work without the cardigan. She keeps crawling away from me," says Ransom.

Eventually, Katherine crawls towards Ransom, when she sees Harlan with Ransom.

Ransom hired a professional photographer to not only get a family photo, but to also get photos of the twins now that they both turned one.

The photographer arrives, and sets up. This is just easier because of your MS, and it saves a trip, and Ransom doesn't have to load in the stroller, which was custom made so that you could take the twins on a walk, and you could also get some exercise.

The photos are taken, and a few days later, you send some of the photos to your dad back in Michigan, a photo to your brother and his family, and one to Harlan.

The twins dive right into their cakes after they have some pasta.

Ransom gives you a journal of all the things he loves about you.

You give Ransom a nice, shawl collar cardigan that he loves.

"Now I get to wear dad sweaters", says Ransom.

"I love you, my favorite sexy Daddy," you say.

Ransom lips crash onto yours.

The twins got a lot of toys, and books.

Ransom reads them a bedtime story while you soak in a nice, hot bath to help soothe your aching body. The twins fall asleep.

Ransom helps you out of the tub, helps you get into your pajamas, and you both fall asleep.

Andy Barber

Andy took the day off to volunteer in Joy's class to that you two can help with the Valentine's party and card exchange.

You're five months pregnant with Penelope.

Joy is wearing a red sweater dress with white tights, and red boots.

Andy got you flowers and some diabetic friendly chocolates.

The other parents make sure that you're eating and also taking care of yourself, seeing as how you were recently diagnosed with type I diabetes.

Andy will be taking you and Joy out to dinner later, and it will be Joy's first time at a restaurant that doesn't have a placemat that involves crayons, a paper placemat, and a kids menu.

Where Andy is taking you is an upscale restaurant that is family and kid friendly, otherwise, he would have your brother babysit Joy.

When you both take Joy home, Andy helps you get dressed for dinner, and he wears a suit. Joy is still in her outfit from before.

You two have a nice dinner. Joy has Swiss steak with mashed potatoes, and you and Andy have Swiss steak with baked potatoes and seasonal roasted veggies.

Joy tries some of the veggies.

The dessert menu has several diabetic friendly options.

Joy has a chocolate cupcake.

Andy has tiramisu and you have chocolate fudge pudding cake.

You, Joy and Andy arrive home.

You help Joy get into her nightgown.

Andy and you get into your pajamas.

Andy and you end the night in a lovemaking session, then go to sleep.

You and Andy shower together the next morning.

Colin Shea

You're in bed, sick with a cold the entire day.

Colin takes care of you the entire day.

Chicken soup? Done. Hot tea with honey and lemon? Done. Serenading you with songs on his guitar? Done. Watching movies with you? Done. Chicken soup by the bowlful? Done.

He even feeds you the soup.

Colin watches you sleep.

Too bad, because he really wanted to treat you to a nice dinner.

But snuggling in bed when you're not busy sleeping is a nice way to spend Valentine's Day, too.

You took care of him when he had appendicitis.

Any excuse to spend the day in bed together is what Colin looks forward to.

He makes up for the dinner later.

During the day, he showers you with cards, songs, chocolate, and even gets you a stuffed bear that looks like Captain America that says "Get Well Soon".

You need to be sick more often because you had Colin taking care of you.

Jake Jensen

Jake has an amazing night planned.

It begins with Jake ordering Chinese because he tried to cook for you.

The dinner, which was a simple dish of chicken, mashed potatoes, and mixed veggies was somehow burned, cold, and somehow, the smoke alarm went off.

Cooking isn't Jake's forte.

Jake should stay out of the kitchen.

The food arrives, and Jake dishes it out.

He lights some candles, and turns off the lights.

You two have a candle lit dinner, so there's that.

He's all flustered, but he manages to propose.

You say yes.

Your engagement ring is a simple, round solitaire in a white gold setting.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur.

You both play Scrabble, then play Mario Kart.

The next day, you two just play Monopoly, and then Animal Crossing.

You can't wait to start wedding planning.

You two just want to enjoy this for a while.

Frank Adler

Frank and you don't really make a huge deal of Valentine's day.

You two go out for a pizza, and bring Mary along.

It's a pretty low-key Valentine's day.

You both watch a movie with Mary.

The next day, the three of you spend time doing a puzzle.

Then, you three of you play Scrabble.

Frank and Mary spell something out for you on the Scrabble board.

They both spell out "Will you marry me?"

You say yes.

Your engagement is a simple solitaire in a white gold setting.

It's the best Valentine's day because you got to spend it with the man you loved, and his daughter.

His daughter has also fallen in love with you.

Johnny Storm

After your dinner, you and Johnny are busy burning some calories.

You come, and Johnny follows.

You and Johnny have only been engaged for three months, but have been together for three years.

You conceive your son Jake on this night.

Johnny showers you with gifts. You get stuffed animals, flowers, chocolates, even blank cards professing his love for you.

You feel bad because you got him a card, and his favorite candy.

You even cook him his favorite meal, which is chicken parmesan.

You make up for it, because on your anniversary, you give him a journal of everything you love about him, memories. and even a scrapbook of your favorite couple moments.

At the end of the journal and the scrapbook is an ultrasound photo.

Johnny kisses you lovingly.

"I can't wait for this next stage, and I can't wait to be a dad. You'll make the most amazing mom ever."

Next year, Johnny dresses Jake as Cupid, and helps Jake fire arrows at your heart.

Each arrow has a message on it, giving another reason why Johnny loves you.

It's so cute, fluffy, and romantic at the same time.

You love Johnny even more.

You both get married at Disney World later that year.

[neattequila]

Harry's Style Evolution (by an actual stylist) Part 3: Fine Line Era! Part 2 of 2*

Gorlies I can't believe I hit pic limit on the first Fine Line Era post (I can believe it, I have so much to say.)

Anyway this is Harry's Style evolution part THREE part TWO (like how they made Breaking Dawn two movies ya get me?)

*PLEASE read part 1 first. That is linked HERE!

2020

January of 2020 feels like it was a lifetime ago, but here we are. Fine Line the album just came out in December and after preforming the full album twice, once in LA and once in London. Harry's back in London for award season.

The pics aren't revealed til later but H rings in the New Year in the INFAMOUS "But Daddy I Love Him" shirt <3

Later in January arrives at Radio one in a gorgeous Bode jacket carrying Gucci's Jackie purse.

But girls (gender neutral) get comfy because it's time for the Brit Awards and the look we need to talk about is this one.

LISTEN!!! The girls that get it GET IT! Because this was EVERYTHING EVERYTHING!!!

To DATE I think this is the best award show look he's ever worn, contending only with the leather suit at the Grammy. I really thought this was going to be the new style. It's sexy, it's slightly punk, it's BRIT POP references chock full!

The Mary Janes, the Brown suit with the purple sweater and blue lace color with the pearls and the HAIR! THE BRIT POP PUNK HAIR! This was *chefs kiss* I am absolutely devastated that we never got anything like her again.

Also at the Brit Awards he wears this yellow suit paired with purple necktie, and Treat People With Kindness pin. For his beautiful falling performance he wears a full lace ensemble including gloves. This night is also includes my blog name's origins.

Fine Line promo continues and Harry wears a myriad of cozy outfits.

In New York he wears a JW Anderson cardigan, later to become TikTok famous with the "Be Healthy, Eat Your Honey" shirt and Gucci jeans. Later he wears another sweater vest (staple of the FL Era,) and for NPR's Tiny Desk he wears a Gucci mohair sweater.

At the beginning of the end March 2020 Harry's shoot for Beauty Papers comes out. One of my FAVORITE editorials he's ever in.

These photos are gorgeous, camp, sexy, kind of eerie. He's photographed and directed by Casper Sejersen who I think absolutely killed it. Beauty Papers always has amazing queer camp shoots and I highly recommend paying attention to them.

The world goes into lockdown and H releases the previously recorded "Watermelon Sugar" music video "Dedicated to touching."

Most of the ensemble is Gucci but some pieces were vintage thrifted including the loose-knit tank (right.)

Harry grows out his facial hair and becomes even sexier somehow.

Like fr. This is the hottest he's ever been. Left he wears a hoodie that he made himself printed with photographs of philosopher Alain de Botton, and paired with the vintage military jacket he was wearing in Japan during 2019. Middle I just think this pic of him is so hot, and right he wears a custom Bode shirt.

September 2020 Harry becomes the first man to ever be on the cover of Vogue!

Y'all I was so excited when this first came out. So imagine when I opened the magazine and saw the absolute trash outfits they put him in for it. Like literally all of these outfits are some of the worst he's ever worn. Like honey clean up! Vogue is here!

The only piece I adored from this whole shoot was the custom Bode pants. Bode has a chokehold on me and I wish Harry L would've featured more of them in this shoot.

In October of 2020...

The MV for Golden is released after being filmed in Italy and heavily features both Gucci and S.S. Daley pieces. The Eliou necklaces he covets make their first official debut in this video as well.

In November he films (released in December) this performance for iHeartRadio. He's wearing head to toe Gucci with a custom Eliou necklace. His hair and this performance is so dreamy. (Left)

He also starts filming Don't Worry Darling *crowd boos* and among his cozy on set looks this is my favorite. The pictures of him this day really made me go gaga. He wears a Free & Easy shirt paired with Elder Statesmen sweatpants and New Balance sneakers.

2021

It's 2021 baby! Harry rings in the new year by releasing the video for TPWK with Phoebe Waller Bridge

We're jumping to March 2021, I'm scared to hit pic limit again lol, with the GRAMMYS!

Harry wore three! outfits to the Grammy's where he took home his first ever Grammy for Song of the Year. All three looks were Gucci and all featured feather boas which he never wore again! Which is odd because it really seemed like it was going to be a tour staple, but wasn't!

Throughout the summer and into fall his personal style is very casual, this makes sense. We're still in a pandemic and everyone is trending to a more casual fit sense. I had to include the pink beanie because every time I remember that it's $112 I go inside. Girl I got the same one for like $10 from Forever21 5 years ago!

April/May

In April Harry stars in a Gucci campaign along with many other celebs (left,) he also attends the Brit awards in May (Right) wearing a Gucci ensemble that isn't bad but is nothing to write home about. This is the first time we see him in Gucci Gazelle sneakers which will later become a staple.

September the long awaited Love on Tour officially starts!

The tour kicks off in Las Vegas with a fun sparkly Gucci outfit, and continues with these suspender/open shirts/high waisted pants that we saw on the Fine Line cover. These outfits are underwhelming but do ultimately make sense.

The tour outfits really do blend together, the full collection can be found HERE, so here are three of my favorites <3

We'll end our Fine Line coverage with the first annual Harryween!

Harry wore custom Gucci ensembles for both, one dressing as Dorothy and one dressing as a pierrot.

Next is Harry's House Era!

Thank you again for all the love, and for bearing with me when I had to split these into two parts!

AGAIN PART ONE IS HERE!

See you next time <3

[uncloseted]

Exact Items from Each Episode

lucia <princessacid23@gmail.com> submitted to uncloseted:

do you know where effy got all her outfits? also where can i find effy outfit dupes?

102: Effy’s rave dress was made by customising 2 dresses: one from Oasis and the other a vintage one from a charity shop.

206: Her “death of the bunny girl” tee is from Psycho Bunny.

207: Effy’s underwear was from Primark and Marks & Spencer.  Her striped jeans in this episode are from phunky phish.

301: Effy’s bag is from Claire’s Accessories, her necklaces are vintage, her boots are Sancho, and her dress is from Tom Tailor- “Effy’s dress started off life as a slightly more modest party dress by Tom Tailor, we hacked about 10 inches off the hem, chopped the sleeves off, boiled it and dip dyed the hem- only then did it truly look like it belonged in Effy’s wardrobe.”

302: Her leather jacket is from a “dodgy” leather shop in Bristol, and I think it continues to be the same leather jacket for the duration of the series. Her maroon dress is from Concrete.

304: Effy’s dress is the Doll Dress from the brand We Walk, and the image on it is Times Square.  It was purchased from TopShop and some slight alterations were made to it.  The pajamas were of course handmade.

305: Effy’s first dress was the “Doll Dress” from the brand We Walk, also sold as the Topshop City Skyline Dress in TopShop Unique collection. The dress in the pub was by Religion.  Her “I deserve this” t-shirt (the one with the bunny when she’s with Cook) is by Iron First.

306: Effy’s pink and black ladybug dress was by People’s Market.

307: The winking eye shirt is from TopShop.

308: The “Sid and Nancy” shirt is from TopShop. The wafty chiffon dress is by People’s Market and has woodland creatures on it. Her sweater is from TopShop.  Her jacket is the “dodgy” one, although I’ve seen people (on the internet, not Edward) say that it’s either from Urban Outfitters, TopShop, or Zara.

404: Effy’s headband is handmade.  Her top is the Sequin Cowl Neck Tank Top from Ashish.  Her shoes are Doc Martens.

405: The bloodshot eyes t-shirt is by Horace and the jewel encrusted vest at the party is by Ashish.  The print dress is from A Thousand Reasons. For her outfit in the park, the dress is from Primark, customized with sleeves made from an H&M scarf, Doc Marten boots, and a TopMan hoodie.

407: Effy’s top under her blazer is TopShop.  The blazer is a tailored boy’s tuxedo jacket from the forties (found at Portobello Market), and the enamel badges on it are a mix of kitsch badges and Russian Revolutionary pins.  She wears Levi 501’s and Doc Marten boots when she goes to see Freddie.

Skins Fire: Virtually everything is from TopShop, except for the pink cardigan, which is H&M, and the metallic color-block dress, which was Herve Leger.

Effy’s necklaces are “a mixture of old necklaces, rosaries and cheap gold chain which were cobbled together” from various flea markets and high street shops.

In general, Edward Gibbon, the costume designer has said that, “Effy loves shopping in unexpected places - other peoples houses / old ladies wardrobes / her gran’s charity bag and then she customises with scissors and a blowtorch!” and “Effy’s clothes are from all over the place - a lot of her t-shirts/short dresses are from Kokon To Zai on Greek Street in Soho and Concrete on Marshall Street”.

In terms of where to find the outfits, you’re kind of out of luck unless you set up alerts for the items on eBay and other resale websites.  When looking for dupes, I try to describe the item as best I can (”silver sequin cowl neck top” or whatever), and then see which results are the most accurate.  It’s not a foolproof method but usually it gets pretty close.

[cannibal-witchh]

" Would you still love me?"

Pt. 1 Intro

Michael Myers x Fem Reader

Written by cannibal_witchh

Contains: Vulgar language, blood, slow burner maybe??

Notes: Hey, friends! This is the 1st part to my Michael Myers x Fem Reader. It will eventually become naughty so look out for the next few parts! It is also meant to be somewhat comical as well. Hopefully you guys like it. I also don't mind if you guys request things. I'd love to write more. 💖

The candles emanated a warm hue from the carved jack-o-lanterns that traced the yards of Lampkin Lane's houses. Decayed orange leaves blanketed over the dried lawns of every home. You shuttered as a gust of wind hit you, and leaves danced around you. "Geez...", you sighed crossing your arms to keep warm. Children's laughter scattered within the chill air as you could see costumed youth skipping and venturing door to door for candied spoils. You were headed back to your apartment, it was a rough day, and you wanted to immediately sleep it off. Hours of subjecting yourself to an underpaid office job was taxing you. Constant bickering from customers, constant counterproductive tasks you juggled, and elevating anxiety occupied today. Your office was on edge, today was the infamous holiday that left a staple to Haddonfield. The day The Boogeyman murdered numerous people and returned on multiple occasions to temporarily satiate his desire to play god. You were exhausted from hearing the legends of Michael Myers repeatedly within the month of October. Quite frankly, you didn't care, and you were tired of being fed the constant fearsome tales.

You finally managed to get to your apartment, it was nooked in the corner on Lampkin Lane, and it was a small collection fo apartments. Most people forgot it was even there, they were ancient, and mainly the elderly resided in it until they passed. You managed to inherit it from an uncle. And since the rent was so cheap you couldn't decline. You didn't care that this street was supposedly "haunted". You rummaged through your backpack to fish out your keys until you successfully retrieved them. Rain began to pour down on you, and thankfully, you manage to barely escape it and slip into your home.

You were drenched from just a brief moment of standing outside. You wiped your feet and kicked your shoes off. "Ugh, it's fucking cold.", you complained and headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower. About twenty minutes passed and you dressed yourself in some comfy clothes. A crop top under a cardigan, shorts, and some tall socks. You had no intentions of answering the door for any trick or treaters and you planned to keep your lights off to show it was unwanted. When you exited the bathroom, you noticed something particularly off. There was mud prints tarnished into your wooden floors, and some books toppled over onto your rug. " Oh for Christ's sake.", you sighed too tired to have any desire to tidy up the place. Your attention was interrupted as you heard your closet door shut gently. Fuck. Who the fuck was in your house? How long were they here? You were clever enough to resist announcing yourself presence. You tip toed to your kitchen to retrieve a kitchen knife and a frying pan for defense. Your heart loudly beating against your chest, your cheeks buzzing from fear. You made your way to your bedroom where a small night light was dimly turned on, illuminating items resting beside it, and stretching shadows along your wall. That absolutely confirmed another's presence was here. You heard shallow breathing from behind the closet door, and your heart dropped from your chest. Any courage you carried immediately dissolved within seconds. You weren't sure what to do, clearly who hid behind the door could see you. Your closet had the retro shutters and you could easily peak through. You froze, inaudible, immobile, and absolutely quivering from the fear that engulfed you. There was a few minutes of absolute piercing silence. The shallow breathing had ceased. Was the person injured? Did they just fucking die?

You finally built a small wall of courage, and ripped the door open. To your surprise a very tall man was sitting on your floor with his head tilted down. His large hand gripped a large tarnished kitchen blade. Blood staining the silver. His body gave no response to your sudden pulling of the door open. His head remained down. You gently brought the pan to his chin and lifted his head up. He was masked, and dressed in a tarnished and tattered boiler suit. Oh, shit. It was fucking Michael Myers. He still did not respond to your actions. " Michael?", you ignorantly voiced, taking a few steps back. Still nothing. What were you suppose to do in this situation? Michael was in your home, dressed in gore, and you knew cops were useless against his strength. There really didn't seem to leave many alternatives.

Two hours passed, it was completely dark outside and Halloween was close to drawing the curtains. Michael had began to take slow breaths within the time you spent cleaning up the gore and dirt he left around your home. You couldn't manage to remove him from the closet but you did take his knife away and store it in your kitchen. You went back into the bedroom to check if he was awake yet and he was now standing completely straight up looming out the window. "Michael?", you choked witnessing him slowly turn to you. " I dressed your wounds.", you pointed at his arms, bandaged tightly with blood seeping through the cloth. Michael tilted his head and examined his arms. He began to approach you and you took several steps back to maintain distance. " I didn't call the cops. I know its probably stupid of me. But...I know what your capable of...I didn't want to put more lives in danger.", you admitted drawing your eyes up to his. He took a deep muffled breath, and continued to approach you. Here it goes, your life was going to be collapsed at his hands. Your heroic decision to spare police officers' lives at the expense of your's. You looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. You froze yet again at the sight of The Shape. You felt his hands slowly wrap around your neck, and a firm grip began to close in on you. "Wait! Wait! Please! I'll let you stay here, I'll cook for you, shelter you, and I will keep you hidden!", with what little breath you had to spare, you bellowed out that proposition. Not even realizing what you said, you were just at a thread of desperation, seeking any option to free yourself from his grasp. To your disbelief, Michael released you, and his hand fell limp to his side. You greedily gasped for air, and even choked on it with how much you took in. " Thank you...thank you.", you wheezed falling to your knees. " Can we come agree to that, Michael?", you cleared your throat and straightened your posture. Michael nodded, and looked down at you. He was so tall, miles and miles of muscle built him. You couldn't help but briefly admire it. Maybe it was the near death expierencing talking. Maybe it was thankfulness, who knew. " So now that we've come to agree to this. I'm going to need you to clean yourself up. You absolutely stink and I can't have you tracking DNA all over my rug and furniture.", you tried your best to maintain a stern tone, and tried your best to show less fear. Just addressing his poor hygiene was enough to send you running out of your body if he was offended. Michael didn't seem to reject the demand, he slowly zipped his boiler suit, a dull tank top was underneath, tufts of chest hair teasing under, and defined muscle dressing his shoulders and arms. It was enough to make you grow a touch bashful. " You don't have to strip infront of me.", you hid your face and looked the other way. He ignored your comment and continued to strip. " You hear me?", you glanced over and he was shirtless and his boiler suit was to his ankles. You immediately shot your head away, you only got a glimpse of his bare chest. His chest was very toned, however, he had a little dad stomach. Still, that was right up your alley. "Woa, woah, geez. Ok follow me.", you continued to shield your eyes to avoid invading his modesty. Really, though, you felt like he had no consciousness of it being an issue. You led him to the bathroom, and explained how your shower operated. " I'm going to leave the door open in case you need me, okay?", half of your body was out of the door way and Michael ignored you and began to step into the shower. " Right, I fucking forgot. You're fucking the silent type.", you sarcastically said under your breath. Roughly fifteen minutes were exhausted, and the scent of feminine body wash filled the steamy air. It humored you to imagine a mass murderer getting sudsy with your girly soap. You felt a heavy daze drape over your eyes, and you began to slowly drift off. The distant sound of rain was making your eyes grow tired.

Roughly fifteen minutes past, and the sound of a twisted shower knob awoke you. The water stopped as you took a few seconds to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You blinked to adjust your eyes and there Michael was. Looming over you, and his head hanging down to you. Jesus, fucking creepy. He had your pink fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his wet hair peaking from under his mask. "Hey.", you greeted with a monotone voice. " I put your clothes in the washer, it's probably going to need to go through a few cycles from the...you know. But I left my ex's clothes on my bed for you to try. I doubt it'll fit or be up your alley but -", before you could continue, Michael walked off to your room. " You're welcome!", you sarcastically chirped. You had to cope with your sarcasm, it felt like within hours your world was flipped around, you somehow become roommates with a mass murderer, and you practically became his accomplice.

Michael walked into the living room, to your surprise he didn't look half bad. He barely fit into a sleeveless black shirt, and he managed to slide into the tattered black jeans you laid for him. He looked strangely like a 70s dad with how the jeans hugged him. " Wow, Mikey.", you admired him for a brief second. What the fuck? Am I seriously checking out a guy who just tried to kill me a bit ago?

"Ok, we gotta lay down a few rules.", Michael tilted his head and you got a glimpse of a dull blue eye. A scar dragged across the skin surrounding it, leading you to believe he had an injury there. His pupil did not dilate or seem to focus on anything. Strangely, it was hauntingly charming. It almost seemed like there was still life in his dead eye. "I need you to not bring attention to my house. I've practically under some strange reason...decided to make you a house husband...so please...don't kill people or bring that shit in this house. I'm basically hiding you, clothing you, and feeding you. Can you please do that for me?", you twirled a strand of your loose hair and watched his other eye. It pierced into you, it felt just as if your soul was being pulled out of your body as you stared into his eye. Michael gave a soft nod and you didn't buy it but you were trying to hold down a glimpse of optimism.

To be continued...