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mn3m0s1n3s · 5 months ago
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UNDERCOVER spring/summer 2004 ready-to-wear collection "Languid" photo by marcio madeira
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fashion-runways · 2 months ago
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TANNER FLETCHER Bridal Collection Spring/Summer 2026 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways
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yvesceline · 1 year ago
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Adriana Lima for Betsey Johnson SS 2002
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okayto · 2 years ago
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Neopets is so funny right now. It's a 24-year-old website and half its pages haven't been updated in 15 years. Its ostensible audience is children. The core active audience appears to be nostalgic 20-40-year-olds. Old code means no accounts or pets can ever be renamed. The virtual pound is full of virtual pets named after Justin Bieber. It has an economy and inflation is rampant. New ownership is combating this with the stimulus of random super-rare items via daily quests and events, while the equivalent of Neopian Upper-Crust complain that their investments are deflating. You can't say seaweed or grapes.
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mmaosa · 2 years ago
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DOMINNICO MAEMUKI SPRING 24 
source: instagram (@icanteachyou)
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lemonflop · 3 months ago
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part of me wishes we got a new rorschach disguise after walter’s prison break — not because the original look is bad, no, quite the opposite
this man worked in the textile industry and it shows
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the purple gloves?? the pin-stripe pants?? that little neck-scarf thing- hello??? this a DESIGNER
-which makes it even more unfortunate he doesnt have the time/resources/motivation to put towards it. I know any further work of his would be absolute HEAT
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starting a petition to get walter off the streets and behind a sewing machine
tldr: he may be mentally ill but damnit that son-of-a-bitch can color-coordinate
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kortac-sweetheart · 2 months ago
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it's hot. it's way, waaaay too hot to be normal. you feel like you're dying. sure in reality it might be hyperbole but that's sure what it feels like. is this how it's supposed to be? god, this is terrible.
you don't even have the strength to open your eyes, limbs leaden and throat dry. someone's running a hand over your face... it's cool. a welcome relief from the heat no matter how fleeting.
"the first is always the most intense...poor thing..." keegan can only shake his head, sighing as he stands to fetch a cold compress. logan is left alone with you, sat on the far edge of the bed in fear of worsening your heat. his eyes flicker worriedly between you and keegan, wringing his hands anxiously.
"you sure they'll be fine?" it seems like keegan is only able to sigh today.
"positive. never seen one this intense though. but the only thing we can do is monitor them and wait it out unfortunately."
at that moment you cry out in pain, writhing on the bed and it hurts them, feeling like they got stabbed in the heart.
keegan kneels besides where you lie on the bed, grasping your weak hand in his and keeping his voice low.
"shhh, sugar. it's ok... you're gonna be alright. tell us what you need if you can.." he gently tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind you ear, hand moving to hold your weak one. he's worriedly chewing on his lips, and logan has never seen him like this before.
it's... scary. yes, it's scary seeing keegan so worried. he always had things under control and to see him now, it's unsettling.
he's snapped out of his reverie when you cry, barely even able to form words.
"a--alpha.. lo-- (pant) logan..." your face scrunches up in pain again as another wave of searing heat washes over you. they give each other a confused look for a second, you were in absolutely no physical condition to do anything remotely intimate.
"what do you need from him sweetheart? go on, tell him." he urges you further, and it's like logan's body moves on it's own, now sat next to you instead of the bed's edge.
"(pant) hold-- hold me... please..?" you barely manage to wrench your eyelids open to look at him. or rather, what you think is him. everything's blurry and fuzzy around the edges, and only a second passes before they're closed again.
as if he could deny you of such a thing.
he moves on instinct, lying down on his side next to you and pulling you in. he gently maneuvers your head to rest on his bicep, face buried in his neck and right near his scent gland.
(your skin is nearly searing him through his clothes, but he'll endure anything for you.)
his other arm holds your back, anchoring you to him and as his legs intertwine with yours it's like you can finally breath again. your tense muscles relax, ache bleeding from your body as you breath him in.
he smells like dewy cool night air, the kind that lingers after a particularly intense rain shower. there's also the scent of freshly laundered linen, there's no particular detergent smell but it still smells clean, an almost papery quality to it. also that kiss of oakmoss and leather, the kind that's worn-- it brings a little earthy goodness to his scent. and to top it off, there's always a sort of gunpowder smell clinging to him. whether it's actually a part of his scent, or it's permanently rubbed off on him from work you'll never know.
his scent lessens the burden of your heat, skin once burning hot to the touch now merely warm. logan sighs, a relieved one this time.
the hand on your back slowly creeps up to pet your head, his heart clenching happily as you sweetly lean into his touch.
"feel a little better, hm? that's good, you're doing good, sweetness." logan can't resist the urge to coo at you, carding a hand through your still sweaty locks. you take a moment to nuzzle into him a little before turning your attention to keegan.
the edges of his silhouette are still a little fuzzy, but the concern is still clear as day on his handsome face.
"doin' better sweetheart? need anything else? i'll fetch it for you." he's already halfway off the bed before you can answer him.
"no-- no, just... can you hold me, too? please, keegan?" that little "please, keegan?" has him falling for you all over again (quite literally), nearly uncharacteristically tripping over his feet to hold you.
in an instant he's also laying on his side, right behind you; chest pressed to your back, and his leg on top of yours' and logan's. his arm wraps around you and logan, pulling the two of you closer as he nuzzles into the back of your head.
you relax even further when you smell keegan's scent.
he smells like ripe, late summer blackberries. sugary, saccharine, and juicy ones macerated with fresh bundles of rosemary and english lavender. there's also a cool refreshing quality, like a cup of sweetened southern ice tea after a long day. and to top it all of with a bouquet of sweet german chamomile and a grounding kiss of myrrh.
his scent feels like it seeps into your bones, replacing that accursed heat with a mentholated touch. your head tilts back a little and bumps into keegan's shoulder, all too eager to smell more of that addicting sugary blackberry scent you've come to adore. it pulls a chuckle from the both of them.
"now now, slow down there sweet thing. you'll get a crick in your neck if you keep that up. you can smell more of me later--just rest up for now, alright?" keegan's palm leaves logan's back to firmly rub up and down your arm, shoulder to elbow, over and over again.
you want to whine, but ultimately he's right (like always), so you huff, settling down sandwiched comfortably between them.
"will do... (yawwwwn) g'night logan... g'night keegs...love..you" sleepily nuzzling your face into logan's chest once more before your breathing evens out.
"good night, sugar."
"night, sweetheart."
"we love you too."
they know you can't hear them, but they say it anyway.
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aestheticor3 · 4 months ago
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Laetitia Casta for Yves Saint Laurent 1999 Spring/Summer collection
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bruttoarchives · 1 year ago
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ann demeulemeester "the eclipse of you" ss24 collection by creative director stefano gallici
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mn3m0s1n3s · 5 months ago
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alexander mcqueen spring/summer 2001 ready-to-wear collection "VOSS"
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toyastales · 2 months ago
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Sneaker Savvy - New Balance Sun Glow 740 Mesh Trainers
https://toyastales.blogspot.com/2025/04/sneaker-savvy-new-balance-sun-glow-740.html
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fashion-runways · 2 months ago
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WANG FENG Bridal Collection Spring/Summer 2026 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways
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yvesceline · 1 year ago
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Bella Hadid wearing Yves Saint Laurent SS99 couture
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clothedandstill · 1 year ago
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Valdrin Sahiti S/S Bridal '22
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shitpostingkats · 7 months ago
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Okay I'm back on grinding out money pins in NEO (as you do) and I'm sorry was anyone going to tell me that the overpowered Gatto Nero pins are each named after a season and the flavor text says they're engraved with the words "seasons greetings"
Implying they were released as seasonal promotions, And, someone in the UG, who had access to pins, would be able to collect them, and be able to tell what time of year it was, perhaps important because their grasp of the passage of time is shaky, wherever they are. And perhaps they could read the pin, and be protected, not just by the power of the psychs, but by knowing that, somewhere, somewhere in the real world, the person who made the pin is trying to say hello?
Or was I supposed to notice on my own and come up with this elaborate headcanon on my own?
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gracieasource · 5 months ago
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GRACIE ABRAMS for Chanel Spring/Summer 2025 pre-collection (January 17, 2025)
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