#hungarian blouse

[nyc-looks]

Lexie

“I'm wearing a 40s Mexican bicycle straw hat, Rare Bird Aesthetics bolo tie, 40s Hungarian blouse, 50s collapsible hoop skirt, 70s Georgio Sant Angelo paneled midi skirt, Betsey Johnson fishnet tights, 70s green buckle socks, and mismatched 80s Gucci loafers. The inspiration for my outfit came from a desire to stand out and spark joy in the imagination of my fellow vintage lovers. I wanted to find an intersection between psychedelic and clown while also pushing the boundaries of what fashion is ’supposed’ to be.”

Apr 8, 2022 ∙ Chelsea

[amalgamatedclothing]

[folkcorewitch]

I finally found an accurate traditional ukrainian skirt !! It's from Gibson Girl Dress and they launched a line of ukrainian folkloric garments some weeks ago. I've been looking for one like this for years, they often looked cheap or not truly faithful to traditional clothing. It's such a good match with my vintage Hungarian vest and my Sondeflor blouse, I added a ukrainian belt to finish this folkcore aesthetic outfit ❤️🖤

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 349: That was Then, This is Now, p1

“Mmmmph! M-Morgan!! Pl-please!” I sputtered, head buried deep in the big bosom of my new Hungarian APRN. My arms were straightened stock-stiff at my sides.

“Oh, Dr. J, do the relax!” the enormous blond woman laughed, mirth jiggling through her mighty chest as she hugged me tightly. She nearly had me pulled off my feet as I stood there in my office that Monday morning, her strong arms encircling my head, shoulders and upper back. I’d been waiting for my coff-…my m-…my warm morning beverage and the meeting Melissa had wanted to have but had been summarily assaulted - this counted as the twelfth one - by the “Good Morning Hugs” of my staff as they’d come one-by-one to greet me. New office policy, it had been announced, I guess: Dr. J gets a hug every morning, from everyone. 

Julia had been here with hugs, Bobbi and Brittni and Bianca and Bessie as well, all thanking me for such a fun weekend and being so cool and nice to them on Instagram. Wait what? Shanette had come early and lingered long, feeling especially soft and had purred motherly greetings. Katarina had, with a peculiar giggle, offered to fill my mug if I’d been waiting too long for Melissa to appear with my warm milk. Josie didn’t stop at a hug and gave me kisses, while Randi and Katie had each started flat-out making out with me. Angie nearly had me out of my pants and it was only Aubrey showing up for her hug that saved me from an early-morning, non-consensual handjob. Lakshmi had left just a few minutes ago, after helping me clean the lipstick of all these other from my face and finally showing me on her phone what all the girls is had been mysteriously hinting at and talking about: the Instagram posts made to my account after my own phone had been hijacked on Saturday night, before its demise at the bottom of Melissa’s pool. Good god! I remembered so little of the weekend, had I really been a part of all this…this…debauchery?

What a way to start a week!

“I hear you have the exciting weekend,” Morgan was now purring to me, her basso profundo rumbling through her chest as she held me captive at her monumental breast. “Morgan sorry she not there, she the busy. But happy you have the good time. Many orgasm, I can know!” 

At that, she released my face from the depths of her bosom and - god help me - held me out at arms reach. My feet were six inches off the floor! My mouth gaped: Morgan was huge! Enormous! Maybe not quite as tall as Melissa but probably outweighing her by sixty pounds, at least. Jesus Christ the size of her! Yes, whatever my mystery affliction was had been reducing my stature (I really have to get this checked out…) and changing my perspective, and I knew Morgan was a big lady, but - holy crap! What had happened to her?!? I’d seen her just last Friday, working with patients, and she was nowhere near this size, was she?? She was a house! Thick curves threatened to burst forth from her stretchy pants and overmatched, overstretched blouse whose buttons seemed ready to -

“Haha button go pop,” she laughed as - yes - the top button of her blouse flew past my face.

My eyes just goggled as her cleavage bulged forth and then, slowly, she began to lift me up, up, up until we were eye level. Good god this woman wasn’t only huge, but hugely strong!

“Because you, the breasts of me are so bigger now,” she said, cryptically, “Tell me, what the happen? What you do on the weekend?”

Oh my god what did happen this weekend?

I remember, of course, getting in a little late this Monday morning with Melissa driving me to work. I’d stayed the night, again, the third in a row at her place. She’d helped me get ready and had clothes for me - these new, XXS unisex scrubs she’d found at the mall. I normally didn’t like wearing scrubs at the office as it made me look, well…like the rest of the staff, the medical assistants. But today I had little choice. So while this morning’s memories were clear as day, the day before, however, was a little fuzzier. Though with a little effort I pretty much recalled the whole thing.

“Um,” I told Morgan, as she held me aloft like a rag doll, “M-Melissa and I just sort of relaxed yesterday…”

Of the events of the weekend, Sunday afternoon’s were clearest in my mind. It had turned out to be a lazy day of napping in and out and cuddling on the couch. Melissa spent it pampering me, barely letting me lift a finger, keeping me couchbound in her arms, or pinned underneath her, or with her head in my lap. She’d apparently wanted to spend most of the day in penis worship, and wanted me also adulating her breasts. It was Sunday, after all. Time for church. And so we honored the occasion with either me sucking on her or by her sucking on me ‘like a piece of candy’, tending to the every whim of the insatiable beast between my legs, barely letting it leave her mouth for hours on end. I don’t know how many times her skilled lips, tongue and throat had brought me to climax there on the couch - it was a lot. But it was right before the dinner of Mac n Cheese she’d made for me that I finally had to stop her. I was sore, I was actually really sore, my balls tender and shaft raw from so much overuse this weekend, a sex marathon that did a number on my privates. She’d cooed and clucked in amused pity, offering ointments and creams 'to make it all better', but they only served to get me ready for another round in her mouth or tender grip. It was finally with a laying-on-of-hands, a strange cooling sensation that her palms brought my groin with no liniments or salves, that in the end miraculously healed my pain. Had she done something like that before? On…Saturday night, to a bruise on my neck? I was a little weirded out, as that moment brought back flashes of other memories. Was I just imagining some of these things? I remember her, and the other girls doing…stuff. Like, I knew Melissa was really strong, but there was no way she used her breath to blow me across the pool, was there?

“I heard you almost the drownded,” Morgan said, watching my face as I continued to try to recall the weekend. 

“Who? Me? Oh, um…”

Yes, I had woken Sunday morning and found my busted phone. Did I get it from the bottom of the pool? Or was that Melissa? Wait, did she actually save me from, like, almost drowning? I shivered, recalling it now. Yes, I felt it again - the fear, the near-death experience at the bottom of the deep-end and then suddenly being safe in her arms. Anyway, I remembered intimacy with Melissa in the pool, in the shower, at breakfast. Jeez we were horndogs!

“...yeah, I uh, had a little accident Sunday morning,” I admitted to Morgan, “but it was a f-fun little party the night before. Too b-bad you couldn’t come.”

Saturday was, for sure, more of a blur. There were girls over at Melissa’s, lots of them. I must have been drinking that afternoon because I barely remember that time at all. Later on into the evening I recall a little more - time in the hot tub? Sushi for dinner was it? A movie, some warm milk? Bedtime was more easy to recollect, with Shanette sharing the bed with Melissa and me for a while. 

“Sound so the fun,” Morgan smiled, the twinkle in her eyes telling me she knew more than she was saying. 

“Yeah,” I agreed. Realizing now why I already felt so exhausted: I had the sex lives of twenty men. Yes, I’d slept like a rock last night, after Melissa had taken me to her bed and put me under by humming sweet lullabies that reverberated throughout my cock, hips and spine to settle in my mind and rock it to sleep. But I felt like I’d need to sleep another week to recover from what I’d been through. I hadn’t even stepped through the door of my apartment upstairs this morning, having come straight into the office, and I was already looking forward to collapsing in my bed tonight. 

But first I needed to get through today. Still held aloft by the shoulders in Morgan’s strong hands, I was reminded of that by a knock on the door. Melissa, maybe, I hoped? We both turned to see who it’d be.

Aubrey, peeking around the doorframe. Back for more hugs? Apparently not. 

“Gianna needs to talk to you,” she said. 

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thanks to RiF for editing help

[overelegantstranger]

also there is a picture of me, at about eighteen months i'd guess? and it is on my bookshelves. i have on a little hungarian peasant style blouse and red leggings and red socks and little mary jane shoes.

i looked at it this lunchtime and thought "wait. i'm dressing like my baby self".

[coldnessinheart]

Theodore Nott comforts Slytherin girl

Slytherin was famous for its impeccability. With his cunning and absolute self-confidence. What can we say about the significance of purity of blood. This was the most important difference between the Slytherins and all the other students from other faculties - only purebred wizards and witches could get into the serpentine faculty. And so it was almost always like that. But times change, people change and new views on life and a new vision of the world appear.

Y/N has never regretted being a half-blood. Even when she noticed the contemptuous or dissatisfied looks of students from her own faculty. Even when her mother who was a witch herself found out that her daughter was Slytherin (her beloved mother studied at Ravenclaw, so her daughter's dream to enter the same faculty was quite obvious).

The manifestation of feelings in public was not typical of Slytherins. All this was well hidden behind a veil of sarcastic smirks, secret glances and skillful hints. But sometimes even the proud students of this faculty allowed themselves such insolence - they exuded this spicy smell of hatred and anger towards others, not even hiding behind their friends, but throwing all the quips in the face of the enemy or just the competitor.

Y/n was in a similar situation. And it was impossible to call it pleasant. The value of blood was still second to none, according to some of the Slytherin students. And Felicia Shine was one of them. Seeing Y/N, she slowly lifted her chin and nodded in her direction. A few minutes before, she was chatting with her friends in the Astronomy class with such a haughty look, as if she was the most important person here. The classroom was half empty, so no one was really going to intervene if something happened.

- Y/N, honey, you forgot to wipe the stain off your robes again… ah, sorry, dirty blood can’t be washed off just like that, you were just unlucky to be born like that.

Felicia broke into a slight arrogant smile, glancing at Y/N's blushing face, who had a small blood stain left on her robe sleeve after a difficult Care of Magical Creatures lesson where she had to deal with a mini version of one of the most dangerous dragons - the Hungarian Horntail. A bunch of girl friends, running after Felicia, giggled in unison. The young man with dark curly hair sitting at the last desk frowned, but remained out of the field of this "conversation". He slowly twisted in his hands a small flask with a cloudy liquid, more like mud from a swamp. The wand lay on his desk unnecessarily. Y/N, deciding to ignore another taunt from the Slytherin girl, sat down at her desk and quickly cast a cleansing spell, after which the speck immediately disappeared. Felicia frowned, but didn't show it and immediately decided to act even more decisively. Standing up abruptly, she pointed her wand at Y/N.

- Y/N, I told you, dirty blood is not easy to clean up.

The spoken words alerted Y/N, who did not even have time to put up a defense, but it seemed as if nothing had happened. Only her head was spinning from a sharp clouding of consciousness. And then she realized what spell the nasty Slytherin student had decided to test on her. Blood gushed out of Y/N's nose, so much so that the robe got wet almost instantly, and the milk-colored blouse under the robe began to soak in red. Staggering, Y/N tried something to stop the flow of blood, but only managed to squeeze out an awkward hum.

And from the back of the desk, anxious brown eyes watched her. The counter spell, after some delay, was cast almost silently without any use of the wand, which testified to the high level of the young wizard. Felicia turned to the young man just as sharply.

- Theo, you're ruining all the fun! Again you pry where you were not asked.

Felicia pouted, but instantly her face lit up.

- Okay, I forgive you, you probably wanted to play a joke on this half-breed one yourself.

Nott stepped forward, hid his anxiety for another young girl behind a charming smirk, and said:

- Felicia, you have no idea how wrong you are. Let's start with the fact that people usually have scarlet blood. Dirty, or, as I would put it, black, it happens when it is polluted, which, for a moment, happens to all people. Such blood usually travels through the veins, and then clears itself. Now let's turn to noble blood, or as you say - pure blood. Well, such a phenomenon really exists, this is also the name of blue blood, which usually flows in the veins of octopuses, spiders, crayfish and scorpions. Do you consider yourself one of those species, Felicia? Or do you have very thin skin that shows blue veins?

Some of the interested students glanced at Felicia's wrists, which looked normal and did not acquire a blue look at all during this time. But the face of the Slytherin young girl became covered with red spots, and her lips trembled slightly.

- I think this conversation can be ended. If you want to read about the colour of blood among your relatives, go to the library, Madam Pince will be happy to help you.

Theo, grinning his most charismatic smile, was already heading towards Y/N. Grabbing her by the arm, he quickly led her out of the classroom into the corridor and dragged her to a nook between the pillars in the wall. There you could hide from prying eyes.

Y/N was doing well all this time: after suffering a decent amount of blood loss in such a short time, she was still on her feet, and even her mind was not clouded.

- Are you okay? Nott asked deliberately cheerfully, holding Y/N by the shoulders.

- Yes, I seem to be fine, - Y/N said in a hoarse voice.

- You shouldn't let her do this.

It was only now that Y/N saw how angry Theodore was. His milk chocolate eyes now radiated real distaste, but not for her. Seeing that the Slytherin girl was looking at him, his gaze changed dramatically, and he even somehow became embarrassed and cooled down. He gently stroked her cheek and said softly:

- You have to take care of yourself next time. Otherwise, she will continue this bullying. Show her that you didn't end up in Slytherin for nothing - the faculty of cunning and arrogant snakes.

Theo's eyes sparkled with laughter. And her lips stretched into a smile.

- Well, now I'll show you exactly how to stop it.

Theo glanced cheerfully at his watch and after a couple of moments nodded and said, "Now." Immediately after that, a stunned Y/N, starting to fall into unconsciousness, heard Felicia scream, and then saw her in all her glory. Swamp-colored mucus spread all over her skin, starting at her hands, slowly drifting up her forearms, soaking inward. Theo twirled the empty bottle with the dark liquid that had previously been there in his hands and grinned charmingly.

- I just took the mucus of magic snails for testing, I heard that the skin becomes so elastic after it! Perhaps I could overdo it with the quantity ... although it looks flawless to me.

Y/N began to chuckle softly, but the loss of blood still made itself felt, and the girl somehow suddenly went limp in Theo's arms, who was still holding her by the shoulders. The young man noticed the condition of the girl and, without wasting a second, picked her up and hurriedly carried her to the hospital wing, from time to time looking at her pale cheeks and listening to her labored breathing. However, he had no doubt that Madam Pomfrey would easily heal the girl he was going to take to Hogsmeade next Saturday.

The gif is not mine.

Your coldnessinheart, xoxo

[timotey]

... who was earnestly conversing with a thin, eager young woman in a Russian blouse, Venetian beads, a Hungarian shawl and a Spanish comb, looking like a personification of the United Front of the "Internationale."

Clouds of Witness by Dorothy L. Sayers

[whatisflorencewearing]

August 30, 2022 - TikTok

Florence thrifting Gunne's and bonnets at the @chelsea_flea market this weekend.

She's wearing a navy blue and cream Hungarian blouse from @silkandrope...

Her signature @mihjeans Marrakesh mid-rise flare jeans

@gianvitorossi Resort 2019 Navarre 85 tan suede western-style boots

Oversized retro @chloe Misha sunglasses

... and a @gucci New Blondie brown leather medium shoulder bag.

The jewelry includes a long gold Art Deco watch chain with square links and a gold Victorian turquoise horseshoe locket from @boudoir_vintage.

[hexsrealityarchived]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: @fasciinating​ (Thank you so much!!❤️❤️) tagging: @rulesdreams , @jensationals , @pistoiet , @dereiserne , @jademight , @hiredassault , @viagothedandy , you!

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Wanda is a cis-gender female who uses she/her pronouns 

Race: Romani Jewish 

Complexion: olive skin tone

Height: 5′7″

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: She of average height and has a slight lean body build.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Wanda isn’t too muscular, she is more along the lines of curvy and voluptuous.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: black Notes: Wanda prefers to shave and wax, she loves the smooth sensation of her skin.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Auburn  Style: Wanda has long curly hair that reaches the center of her back. She has cut her hair short from time to time.

Eye color: Violet  Details: Wanda’s original eye color was a jade green, the day her mutation was activated her eyes changed color to a light shade of violet. When her powers activate they turn scarlet and when she possessed by Chthon her entire eyes become black. 

Scars:None, she uses her power to alter the probability of never receiving an injury.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other: Wanda combines her traditional Romani fashion with the fashion of the punk scene and trad goth.

Color Palette: (For Example: neutral colors, bold colors, only black, etc) 

Typical Clothing:  Long floral skirts, leather jackets, battle vests, fishnet stockings, boots, high heels, pants, button down shirts, blouses, suits,

Piercings: Wanda’s ears are pierced, and she has a nose piercing

Tattoos: None.

Other Information: She still dressed punk and goth as she did in her teenage years, but she does also enjoy sophisticated looks.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Wanda has a calm expression that somewhat borders on indifference.

Default Body Language: Her body language is alert and reserved.

General Movements:  (Example: Do they have a limp? A unique walk?) Wanda has very fluid motions, like the gentle flowing of a stream. 

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: (Example: Are they a calming presence? An antagonizing one?)  Her presence is a mixture because there are two entities: herself and Cthton. 

Appearance: (Example: Tidy, Unkept, etc) Wanda is a very tidy and well-kept 

Scent: Wanda’s scent varies here and there, but she generally smells like either lavender, vanilla, fresh laundry, and lilac. If you have a higher sense of smell than an average human being, you will notice a faint smell of brimstone on her.   

Voice Description: Wanda’s has a soft, soprano voice. 

Accent: yes / no More information: Wanda has a Transian accent, it is similar and a mixture of Romanian and Bulgarian because Transia borders both countries. She had a very heavy accent when she came to America, however it is not as thick or as prominent after years of permanent residency in America. Wanda can speak Vlax Romani, Hungarian, English, French, Yiddish, Hebrew, German, Spanish, a bit of Russian

Speech Mannerisms: (Formal, informal, curses a lot, etc)

Anything else to add? Wanda has a bit of a formal way of speech because she is a reserved woman, however she is comfortable with someone she knows and trusts she will open up. Wanda curses in both her native language and in English. 

[lobilori]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Hungarian Hand Made Embroidered Peasant Blouse Tunic Top Shirt L.

[agathavan-helsing]

Letter n°8

August 22. Somewhere around Linz, Austria.

Dear Friend,

First of all, let me tell you the name of the Romanian dish I had yesterday: plăcintă cu verdețuri. It was delicious, by the way, and if I am to believe this article I found, it is a meal prepared mostly during the Orthodox Easter Lent. :)

I must confess something else to you, I fell into temptation and bought myself such a beautiful backpack, beige with green and white traditional embroidery patterns sewn on it. - I just could not take my eyes out of it. After having bought these blouses, it might have been a little... Imprudent. But after all "Money will come back, but I will never be in my 20s doing solo travel in Romania again" as the new trend says.

And so, after such a lovely meal, I slowly made my way to the station, where I was to take the night train to Wien.

It arrived on time despite an announcement of ten minutes delay.

On the train, I met the nicest roommates I could have wished for. One German girl, and later on, a Romanian girl. Both were so very sweet and we had a lovely time together. It felt like camping with your friends! Funny enough, my Romanian roommate had attended a wedding the previous day - same wedding than this Dutch lady who reminded me so much of you! They knew each other! What a surprise it was for both of us when I mentionned her also attending to a Romanian wedding!

Also, let me tell you: the sleeping cart is much more comfy than the couchettes! Definitely worth the 10€ more. We had a washing station, bottles of water and personnal toilets items such as toothpaste and brushtooth, among other things. (Informing you, in case you'd consider a journey to Romania by night train from your Convent).

Now I have started the 2/3rd of my journey home, but my heart and mind are filled with visions of Romania. Fun fact, as we approched the Hungarian border, mist settled all over the train, but stopped immediately once in Hungary.

I guess the mist was both greeting me at the beginning of my journey, and bidding me farewell at the end of it.

-Well, not farewell, of course. More like

"Pe curând". :)

what a journey! and a great conclusion to it too. thanks for writing all of these letters. i almost feel sad i'm done reading them all but i'm sure there will be more journeys soon :) you are right about enjoying your life in your 20s. money is money, but health and ability are important to appreciate while you have them

see you soon!

[kalinakarina]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Hungarian Peasant Blouse.

[vintageloversbyheidi]

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[darlingdawnvintage]

Vintage Hand Embroidered Hungarian Peasant Blouses, Straw Purses & Hats - Check out many items on Sale!

[maudine]

Nanushka 2019 Resort

[xin-zya]

Who wants to follow my Instagram?😀