#that and a yellow and white ‘gingham’ cardigan

[the-bluestreak-cat]

Shoutout to my followers who engage when I start hunting for knitting inspo

[royalsealy]

Coord I wore for going out w my partner! It ended up being shockingly hot (70F/21.1C)

This color of blue is one of my favorites

Coord Breakdown and Image Description under read more

JSK: La La La ~ Swing Furry Puppy by Baby the Stars Shine Bright

Cardigan: Sleepyland Lolita

KC: Angelic Pretty

UTKs: Roji Roji

Shoes: Sosic

[Image Description: Two images, the first image is in a pine tree forest, the floor is covered in orange pine needles. In the center Royalsealy stands at 3/4 an angle with both hands on a tree, one foot extended back. He is wearing a sax blue dress with puppydogs, flowers, and a pink ribbon of sheet music. He is wearing a long sleeve sax blue bolero with fabric bows and lace details. He is wear an off center blue solid and gingham headbow that lays flat to his head. He is wearing blue under the knee socks with white eyelet lace on top, and blue heels with ribbons and crisscrossing straps. His face is obsured by a pink flower sticker.

The second image is in a green field with yellow daffodils in the background, the sky is a bright blue against the leaf-bare trees. Royalsealy stands center, facing the camera, his head is tilted down at an angle showing off the solid blue and blue gingham pattern of the off center headbow. He has brown hair with side swept bangs, and two short pieces of hair frame his face. the rest of his hair is pinned up in the back, showing dark brown and bleach blond tips. He is wearing the same sax blue socks with white lace tops, sax blue shoes, and the sax blue dress with dogs, flowers, and music notes. He is not wearing the sax blue bolero and is blouseless. He has a pink flower sticker censoring his face. /End ID]

[dunadaan]

Man I am so overwhelmed going through my closet. I have so many clothes I bought at the beginning of the pandemic that no longer fit. Stuff I don’t wear much anymore bc I’m not doing crew in theater and I never wear black. I pretty much only wear shorts and jeans and a few tops. White tennis shoes and cushy sandals bc retail destroyed my feet. That’s it. And I want to revamp my wardrobe bc I want to like…idk…look nice. But idk what I want!!

I really like wearing white. I like wearing bodysuits bc i don’t like the feel of my shirts riding up, and I like being able to wear shapewear. I like rompers, and apparently I like the color blue cuz it’s in a lot of my clothes. My warm months clothes are simple pieces- rompers, jumpsuits, or athletic wear. My winter ones are just long sleeved bodysuits, jeans, and tennis shoes or boots. I wear darker colors like brown and oranges and some whites.

But I also kinda like dressing kitschy. I have three plush chicken purses that I adore. I have a big strawberry bag that I also love. I have a white cardigan with strawberry’s embroidered on it, and I love gingham so I wear a red gingham shirt with that. I have a blue sweater with yellow stars on it. I love my big sunhat too. So sometimes I feel like I dress childishly but I like it sometimes.

But lately I’m like. I kinda want something nice. Not expensive but like…shows I put a little effort into it. Maybe some decent pair of pants like office pants. But with color. Light blue maybe…maybe dark brown. But also I don’t want to look like a boring beige girl. Or the kardashian style…but looking in my closet I’m like idk how to style what I have!!

I’ve got multiple white fluffy ruffle shirts (think pirates/18th century) bc I love them. I have some elegant lace ones…but almost no pants. I have a gingham pair that’s cute but I need to add a lining bc it’s SEE THROUGH. But if I buy busy, patterned pants I don’t have many tops or a coat to compliment it. Fashion is sooooo frustrating. I feel like I have nothing to wear 😭😭😭😭😭

I wanna be cute but comfy but elegant but a million other things.

[lmusicalmelodyl]

Dainty Ingenue

Me and Korena from @violetzombie have created a new coquette subtype. It’s called dainty ingenue. It takes inspo from princesscore, academia and preppy. It’s also borrowed from the basic ingenue and dollette.

Style inspo: lace tops, empire waist tops, slip dresses, cardigans, a line skirts, maxi skirts, midi skirts, mini skirts, puff sleeeve tops, sundresses, sweaters, lace tops, shorts, denim jean skirts, peasant tops, button down blouses, mary janes, frilly socks, puff sleeve dreeses, crop tops, polo tops, nows, denim jeans, high top sneakers, tights, argyle, floral print, gingham, argyle, plaid

Color scheme: soft and bright pastels like yellow, pastel pinks, light blues, white, brown, and lilac all work. 

Hair accessories: bows, headbands, ribbons, butterfly clips, barrettes

Outfit inspo

[royalxclass]

shiiperooo

[mogai-fairy]

Fairycoriden

Xeniden Term Coining

Description: A xeniden related to fairycore. 

Colours: pink, green, yellow, soft pastels, light blue, white, earth tones

Themes and aesthetics: Fairies, magic, flowers, soft animals, springtime 

Name ideas: Daphne, Faye, Moonstone, Silver, Florian, Nico

Pronoun ideas: fae/faer, fairy/fairies, wing/wings, magi/magis 

Music ideas: Lost N Found and When We Were Us by Lovelyz 

Outfit themes/ideas: dresses, bows, glittery makeup, floral print clothes, cardigans, platform shoes, gingham print 

Other inspirations: Disney Fairies, Winx Club

Related terms: Cottagecoriden, Natureiden

[mypoisonedvine]

The Wrong Idea (part 2) | Lee Bodecker x Reader

(read part 1 here)

summary: your relationship with your stepfather only becomes more tense, and both of you know you can’t avoid him forever.

word count: nearly 5.8k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon/noncon, and a few consensual encounters), stepcest, pain kink, daddy kink, groping, semi-public sex, a bit of pregnancy/breeding kink (just through dialogue), stockholm syndrome/sympathy for the abuser, grooming (hence the thing before this one), a bit of violence including use of a gun, a bit of housewife kink?

Jimmy O’Doyle was sweet, and handsome; tall, and strong, and with this gorgeous blonde hair that he either styled relentlessly or just somehow dried perfect on its own.  Sure, his nose was a little big, but you found it endearing, especially when his smile was even bigger. 

Most of the girls in Knockemstiff had a crush on Jimmy— maybe it was his looks, maybe it was the fact that he drove one of the nicer cars in town— but he was either oblivious or uninterested.  He seemed to keep to himself most of the time, though he'd always be polite and carry conversation if you approached him.

Well, not you.  You never approached him.  It made you a little too nervous.

Therefore, you had no plan when he approached you after church one Sunday.  You didn't even realize he knew your name, until he used it to get your attention with a tap on your shoulder.

"Oh, hey Jimmy," you mumbled back, looking up at him and chewing your lip.

"I like your dress," he informed you with a tilted smile.  You looked down at it— yellow, with a white gingham on the skirt— and felt your face getting a little warm.

"Oh, this?  Thanks, um, it was a gift from— from my stepdad."

"Oh, was it your birthday?"

You shook your head.  "Not for a few more months, he just bought me something to be nice."

Jimmy nodded, and there was an uncomfortable silence before you suddenly blurted out: "I like your tie!"

"Thanks!” he beamed.  “I got it when I went to—”

"Time to go, sweetie," your mother interrupted to inform you, motioning to the parking lot where Sheriff Bodecker was opening the driver's side door of his patrol car.  (Yes, he drove the three of you to church in the fucking patrol car.)

"Just a minute, mama," you smiled back.  “What were you gonna say?” you asked Jimmy.

“Uh, I was just gonna ask you somethin’...”

“Well, what is it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a moment.  “Just if maybe you wanted to, uh, go for a drive sometime or somethin’...”

“A drive?  Yeah, sure,” you smiled, feeling a giddy nervousness bloom in your stomach.  “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” he nodded.  “I’ll pick you up tonight?  At 7?”

You pictured Jimmy appearing at the door with your mother and Lee sitting in the living room.  “Um, no, I’ll meet you somewhere.  At the corner of Bailey and Hillside?”

“All right,” he smiled.

“I’ll be the one in a yellow dress,” you winked.

“I’ll be the one in the blue Cadillac,” he grinned.

Your mother called to you again and you waved goodbye to Jimmy, feeling your cheeks warm as he waved back.  

“What was that all about?” she asked as you got into the back seat.

“Oh, he was just asking if I’d wanna join the choir,” you lied quickly.  

“Well I hope you said no!  I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself,” she smiled.

“Of course, mama,” you nodded, shooting Lee a glance that said ‘do you see how she is?’

He looked back just for a second before starting the car, and you knew he understood better than most.

//

You had a plan to tell your mother and stepfather that you were going to meet some friends for dinner, but they never even asked where you were going.  Certainly made it easier to slip out and begin your walk to the corner where you planned to meet your date.  

You had your yellow dress on like you said you would, but you didn't wear the white cardigan that you had on over it at church that morning.  It was a warm night anyhow, but you hoped it would be a little more mature without it.  Not revealing or anything, but a little more daring.

Hopping into Jimmy’s passenger seat made you feel like the most special girl in the world, though you knew it wasn’t actually that big of a deal.  You let yourself get excited anyway.  

The conversation was pleasant, if nerve-wracking.  At first, you kind of hoped some other girls in town would see you in his car and get jealous, but as you two got to talking and you appreciated the scenic drive, it wasn’t so important to you anymore.  Jimmy asked where you wanted to go.  You just told him to go anywhere.  You weren’t exactly offended when he decided to take you to the closest thing Knockemstiff had to a ‘makeout point’: it was just a nice park that had a lot of open space and a cute little creek down the middle.  Knowing what this implied, you felt your face warm up slightly.

“Is it okay if we just sit in here and talk for a bit?” Jimmy asked gently.  “I rather like getting to know you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you nodded, “I like talking to you, too.”

It went on like that for a while, talking about all sorts of things that were mostly unimportant.  Jimmy went on a bit of a ramble about baseball, which you normally found terminally boring; it was interesting when he talked about it with so much passion, though.  And he returned the favor by listening to you talk about politics which was probably just as boring to him.  

“I’ve never known a girl who knew so much about the world,” he said, seeming impressed.

“I don’t think I know that much,” you shook your head, “I just listen to the radio.”

“I listen to the radio, too, but it must not be the same station as you,” he laughed.

An awkward, but not necessarily uncomfortable, silence fell over the car.  You wanted to make a move, but you didn’t know how.

“Maybe we could turn on the radio now,” you suggested.

“All right,” he jumped up, leaning forward and turning his car radio on.

And dear, I wonder if you find love an optical illusion, too? 

“Oh, I love this song,” you admitted.  “I don’t have a record player, but I think if I did I’d only have Billie Holiday records.”

“You should come over sometime, I have a lot of records,” Jimmy offered.

“Does that mean we’ll have a second date?” you asked hopefully.

“Does that mean we’re having a first date, right now?” he returned.

“I was sort of hoping so,” you smiled nervously.

“So was I,” he agreed.

Are the stars out tonight?  I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright…

Your mind wandered as you feared that somehow, Jimmy would see right through you— see who you really were.  And if he did that, he’d never want you.  You knew that.  You figured Sheriff Bodecker would go out of his way to make sure you knew that, if he ever found out this was going on.  But he wasn’t going to find out, you decided, because he had no way of knowing and you were grown anyhow.  

‘cause I only have eyes for you…

When you snapped out of your thoughts, you realized Jimmy was leaning in towards you; and though you felt oddly guilty for no good reason at all, you closed the gap and kissed him.

It was gentle and sweet, nothing like the kisses you were used to.  Some materialistic, status-conscious part of you (probably the part that was related to your mother) was over the moon to be kissing the most popular young man in the whole town.  Most of you, though, was just happy to be kissing a boy that you liked, and that liked you back.

And secretly, a very teeny tiny part of you was thinking of someone else.

“You are so beautiful,” Jimmy whispered into the kiss.

“Really?  You think so?” you whispered back, smiling.

“Everybody does,” he answered as if it were obvious.  

You kissed him deeper, the smallest moan slipping out as his hands moved over your waist.  You gasped a bit when his hands moved to grab your breasts.

“Is this okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and kissed him again, whimpering softly as his hands massaged you through your dress.

Arousal was starting to awaken between your legs, and you felt your hips pushing down against the seat a little harder, seeking stimulation.  Gingerly, your hand started to slide up his leg, and you both gasped when you felt his erection underneath the corduroy.

He quickly took his hands off you to open up his trousers, pulling his cock out and sighing a bit when your hand wrapped around it.

You could tell it wasn’t as big as the Sheriff’s— not as long or as thick— but it still felt good in your hand, and Jimmy still looked beautiful with that look of pleasure and shock on his face.

“Damn, you’re…” Jimmy moaned, almost in disbelief, as you started to stroke him.  “You’re incredible.”

“Touch me again,” you pleaded gently, biting your lip when he reached up to pull the top of your dress down a bit— just enough to expose your tits and grab them again.

You got lost in the moment, with how good his hands felt on you, and how nice it was to kiss him, and how much you wanted him to come all over your hand.  So lost, in fact, that neither of you noticed a car had pulled up behind his until there was a tap at your window.

It was the Sheriff, shining a flashlight into the car.

“Shit!” Jimmy gasped, shoving you away and tucking himself back into his trousers while you pulled up your dress to cover yourself and turned off the radio.  Your stomach sank and you thought you could probably vomit right then and there.  

“Roll down the window, please,” Lee requested, and you awkwardly cranked the handle until it was halfway down.

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, it was—” Jimmy began to explain.

“What do you want?” you interrupted, glaring at Lee.

“Just wanna make sure you’re both alright,” he answered sternly.  “It’s gettin’ pretty late.”

“It’s not even ten,” you announced with crossed arms, “and you aren’t supposed to be workin’ tonight.”

Jimmy stared at you with wide eyes, somewhere between impressed and terrified that you were standing up to the Sheriff.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” Lee snarled.  You sighed and rolled up the window again; Lee stepped out of the way so you could open your door as you got out.  “You, stay in the car,” he instructed Jimmy, who nodded fearfully.

The second you shut the door, Lee was pressing you back into the side of the car and staring you down.  You were terrified of him, actually, but you refused to show it.

You whispered to him harshly, hoping Jimmy wouldn’t hear your exchange.  “Go.  Away.” 

Lee chuckled, in an angry sort of way.  “Givin’ some schoolboy a tug in his car, huh?  In the dress I bought you?  Thought you were better than that.”

“It’s none of your business,” you asserted.

“Everything that happens in this town is my business,” he replied, “and everything that happens to you is my problem.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t a jealous creep who followed me around,” you hissed.

Jimmy stepped out of the car, and both of you turned to look back at him.

“Everything alright?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if he was asking you or Lee.

“Can’t say that it is,” the Sheriff shook his head.  “Way I see it, this is public indecency for the both of you.”

“Sir, we didn’t mean to—”

“I’ll let you off with a warning,” Lee told Jimmy with a disappointed frown.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you mumbled.

“Not you,” he turned back to you with a sigh.  “I'm afraid I'll have to detain you.  Can't give you special treatment just cause you're family.”

“What?!” you squawked.

“You heard me, girl.  Hands behind your back."

“You can’t be serious,” Jimmy protested. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in your vehicle?” Lee remembered angrily, and Jimmy hesitated but obeyed.

As he cuffed your wrists, his hand drifted downward, cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Lee, don't…" you pleaded softly, "not here."

"Not here?” he whispered against your ear, making you shiver.  “Then where, princess?  You're never at home anymore.  When am I s'posed to make my girl feel good, huh?  When are you gonna take care of me?"

"You can take care of yourself," you grimaced.

"Oh, I do.  After your ma falls asleep," he chuckled.  "I get my cock off all by myself, thinking about you and your tight fuckin' hole."

You whimpered as he started to gather your skirt, rubbing his hands on your legs underneath.

"And what's this with you calling me Lee?  You know it's Sheriff in public, and Daddy at home."

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, I was just—”

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” Lee grumbled as he roughly guided you to his patrol car, all but tossing you into the back.  

“Where are you gonna take her?” Jimmy asked as he leaned out of his window, not seeming to have noticed the way Lee was touching you but still obviously uncomfortable.

“Home,” was all Lee replied as he got in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

Of course, as he started to drive, you realized that was a lie.  He drove down winding roads in tense silence, until he pulled into a clearing in the woods and turned off the engine.

“You fucked up real big tonight,” he informed you as he turned back to look at you through the caged partition.

You just looked at your skirt, that damned yellow and white gingham that had gotten you into this mess.  

“Get out, get in front of the car, and bend over the hood.”

He leaned back to open the door for you from the inside, and you shivered from the sudden blast of cool night air.  Lee watched you through the windshield with a dark glare as you walked around the car and laid yourself down over the hood.  The metal was cold; cold enough to seep through your clothes and make you shiver.  The whole world looked sideways when you saw it from this angle, but truthfully, your whole world felt completely upside down. You just waited like that for a moment— and it was the best he’d ever done to make you feel worthless, having you wait patiently for him to do what he was about to do to you.

Eventually, he stepped out with a gruff instruction not to move.  When his form was no longer visible in your peripheral vision, you felt him pressed up against the back of your legs as your skirt started to slide up.

“I try to be nice to ya,” he grunted, “treat you right, buy you things.  And what does it get me, huh?”

You didn’t say anything, because you were sure anything you would say would just make it worse.  With your skirt flipped up completely now, you could feel the cold autumn breeze on your legs as he pulled your panties to the side.

“I’m startin’ to think that kindness doesn’t go very far with you.  You like it best when I’m mean, dontcha?”

His belt made that terrible clinking sound as he opened it, and you felt his cock rubbing through your folds.

“Normally I would get you wetter first, but I think this’ll just have to do tonight.”

He pushed forward and it fucking burned.  You cried out, breathing through your teeth as you tried to bear the pain.  Behind your back, your nails dug into your palm.

He didn’t slow down at all, though, and fucked you faster and harder in spite of the sting.  Determined to get a reaction, he slapped your ass, too.

“Daddy!” you sobbed.  “It hurts!”

“You could’ve avoided it,” he yelled angrily.  “It didn’t have to be like this, but you wanted to act like a fuckin’ whore, and now you’re gettin’ treated like one.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried, wet tears warming the cold metal of the car beneath you. “I’m so sorry, daddy!”

Lee grabbed your hips tighter, surely enough to bruise.  Disturbingly, you felt yourself getting more aroused— it made it less painful physically, but so much more painful mentally.

“Told ya you like it rough,” he laughed.  “You’re already clenchin’ on me, I can tell you’re gonna come.”

You tried to shake your head, but he was right.  He reached up and pulled your hair roughly, making you yelp.  Even that made a pleasant tingle run down your spine, despite the fact that it hurt so much.

“You’re so fuckin’ close, princess,” he groaned, leaning down and watching your face closely, “you’re gonna come for your daddy, right fuckin’ now.”

You heard a twig snap before you knew what it was.  "What the fuck?!" another voice called out.

It was Jimmy, standing off just a few feet away in disbelief.  You closed your eyes, unable and unwilling to look at him in this moment.  Lee just sighed as he slipped out of you, stuffing his cock back into the pants of his uniform and zipping back up.  "You didn't see anything, kid."

"You… you're…” Jimmy stammered, “that's your stepdaughter!  The hell is wrong with you?"

"I said," Lee growled as he crossed the distance between him and Jimmy, pulling his gun from its holster and holding it under the boy’s neck, "ya didn't see nothin'."

"Don't hurt him, Lee, please!" you sobbed.

"Hey!" Lee yelped, turning back to look at you.  "You, shut up!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Jimmy protested.  Lee responded with a swift backhanded slap, hitting Jimmy with his gun in the process.  

"You'd better learn how to respect authority, son, and real damn soon before somebody hands your ass to ya.  I'm not doin' nothing wrong with her, I'll have you know.  She's of age, and I'm not forcin' her to do it.  She likes it,” Lee bragged, “begs me for it, day and night.  Frankly, I can barely keep up with her.  Now, get on and mind your business, and this won't be any trouble for you."

Jimmy hesitated a little, glancing over at you for a moment.  “You’re a sick bastard, Sheriff,” he sighed as he shook his head.

Lee just grinned, almost like he was proud of the title.  "Tell me somethin', Timmy—"

"It's Jimmy."

"Yeah, whatever— you kissed her, didn’t ya?"

"Yes."

Lee laughed, grabbing the boy on the shoulder as if they were old chums or something.  "Oh, kid, if only you knew where that mouth had been."

Jimmy looked disgusted as he glanced at you and then to the ground, before turning away to storm off into the woods.  Lee seemed so proud of himself as he walked back to you, pushing you down since you’d started to lean up off the car.

"Now, where were we?" he purred.

"I hate you," you sobbed, "I hate you!"

"Oh yeah, that's right— you were about to come all over my fuckin’ cock."

He quickly got himself back out and shoved into you again, hard and brutal thrusts slamming your hips forward painfully.  

"I'd better not catch you with another stupid fuckin’ boy," he growled.  "You don't know how mean I can be, little girl.  You don't know everything I could do to them… you don't know everything I could do to you."

You tried your best to apologise again but the strength of your sobs made you nearly unintelligible.  Worse, you were so close to coming that you were starting to see stars.

"You're mine now, ya hear?" he moaned against your ear.  "Nobody else in this town is gonna touch you, or they'll have to answer to me.  Don't even want 'em lookin' atcha."

Your orgasm made your legs feel like jelly, your whole body going limp as all the energy to fight left you.  He kept fucking you strong and fast, overstimulating the most sensitive places inside you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head, your thoughts became fuzzy and distant, and all you could feel was overwhelming pleasure buzzing under your skin.

"Yours," you moaned weakly, "just yours, daddy…"

"Fuck, gonna come," he warned you, "gonna fill you up, sweetheart."

You nodded, the danger of that prospect feeling distant and abstract, while the best parts of it felt so close and tangible.  He groaned as he pumped his load into you, thick and hot and warming you from the inside out.  When he finally slowed to a stop and pulled out, you could feel a gush of it leak out of your opening and run down your thigh.

Silently, he uncuffed your wrists and helped you up off the car, sliding into the backseat with you with a quiet shut of the door behind him.  Something about the overwhelming sensations of it all, and the way it went from so loud to so quiet in just a moment, and his sudden switch from cruel to gentle, made your eyes water until you couldn't help but bawl.  You threw yourself into his arms and sobbed, clutching at his chest.

"I'm so sorry, daddy," you whimpered, "I didn't mean to do anything wrong…"

"Shh, it's okay, sweet girl," he cooed as he stroked your back soothingly.  "You know I only get upset like that cause I want the best for you."

"I know," you sighed, "I just wanted to be normal, you know?  Have a boyfriend like the other girls do, somebody I could marry someday."

"I get it," he nodded, "I don't blame you.  I wish we could leave this place, and start over where nobody knows where we are.  But you know I couldn't leave Knockemstiff… not when I'm about to win this election."

"If you can win here, maybe you can win somewhere else," you suggested.

He turned to look at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.  "You sayin you wanna run away with me, princess?"

"Umm…" you stalled.

"I know you wanna get away from your ma.  Hell, so do I.  You understand why I needed a wife though— people trust men with wives more," he explained matter-of-factly, "and not wives that are more than 20 years younger than them."

"So it was all a way to get reelected?" 

"I was lonely too.  Marriage didn't fix that though.  You did."

You looked up at him and couldn't believe the way you felt when you did.  Sometimes you hated him even more than you did before he married your mother, but at times like this, you loved him in a way you'd never loved anybody before.  You wondered if maybe hating somebody like that sometimes was just the way love worked.

"Come on, sweet girl, let's go home," he suggested softly, kissing you on the forehead.

You nodded as he got out of the back and returned to the driver’s seat, starting the car.  Laying down, you watched the tops of the trees through the window— though it was quite dark out and there wasn’t a lot to see— and felt your eyelids get heavy.  Drifting to sleep, you dreamt in vivid colors of abstract things that you could never explain with words if you tried; though you couldn’t have known it, Lee watched you sleep in the rearview mirror, and did some dreaming of his own.

//

Midnight snacks; the least of your many bad habits.

You emerged from your room in your summer nightgown— which meant it was as thin as it needed to be for the heat outside— and stepped carefully over the floorboards you knew to creak the loudest as you made your clandestine trek to the mint-colored refrigerator.

As you moved through the living room to get to your destination, you jumped when a figure shifted in the darkness.  Realizing it was Lee, you relaxed (mostly).

"You scared me," you giggled.  "What are you doing on the couch?"

He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head and looking a little exhausted.  "Uh, nothing… what are you doing up?”

“Just getting a snack,” you admitted, “hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t stop on my account.  I was thinkin’ of a beer anyways,” he shrugged, following you to the fridge as you opened it.  His shirtlessness was a little distracting as he stood behind you, looking over your shoulder and reaching around to grab the glass bottle.  Settling on a leftover slice of cake wrapped in saran, you set your bounty on the counter while Lee opened and took a sip of his drink.

“Is it good?” he asked you once you’d acquired a fork and scooped a bite of the sweet, sugary dessert into your mouth.

You nodded, smiling but trying to keep your lips together to avoid spitting the food out.  It was a few days old but somehow it tasted better than it had when it was fresh— maybe it was that it was cold on a hot night, or maybe it was that you’d had to navigate a nauseatingly-boring baby shower in order to get some the first time.  Your mother insisted on dragging you along to all kinds of ridiculous community events like that.

Your next bite was more ambitious, because you weren’t exactly worried about eating in a ladylike manner when it was past midnight and you were eating cake in your pyjamas.

“You got some frostin’ on your nose,” Lee informed you— but before you could wipe it off, he took his finger and swiped it right on the tip of your nose.  You felt yourself blush a bit as he licked the blue cream off of his finger.  “It’s sweet,” he announced, “but maybe that’s just you.”

As warmth bloomed in your chest from his kindness (even if it was cheesy), you felt a little bolder to press him about what was actually going on.

“Why were you really on the couch?” you asked softly.

He paused for a second, taking a long, slow sip of beer as he thought, but finally answered.  “I got kicked out of the bed.  Your ma… well, she doesn't handle rejection very well it seems."

"Rejection…?" you encouraged, feeling a bit nervous suddenly.

"I wouldn't sleep with her,” he clarified.  “And now I'm sleepin’… here."

You swallowed, even though you weren’t eating at that exact moment.  "Why… why wouldn't you sleep with her?"

He smirked a little.  "Sweetheart, once you've had a taste of rare meat, you never go back to well done."

The comparison to meat was demeaning, even if you came out on the flattering end of the metaphor.  Still, you took pity on him as you saw how uncomfortable the couch looked.

"You could sleep in my bed, you know,” you offered awkwardly.  “I mean, it's not as big as yours but… it's definitely bigger than the couch…"

He smiled at you in a way that made you wonder if you'd made a mistake.  "You're too sweet, darlin'.  Even for your own good."

The rest of your cake and his beer was forgotten as you walked with each other to your bedroom, now both of you avoiding the creakiest boards.  You couldn’t ignore the way he shut the door behind you as quietly as possible— another reminder that, though neither of you were saying it, that this was the sort of thing you didn’t want to be overheard.  The secrecy of it all made your spine tingle, and you liked it.  Who knew a good girl like you would learn to love breaking the rules so much?

It wasn't as strange as you'd expected to have him in your bed.  A little cramped, maybe, but also oddly nice.  He cuddled up to you, and you felt small but safe in his arms.  When his lips pressed against the back of your neck, you whimpered softly; and when his fingers started to trail down between your legs, you moaned a bit louder.

"Gotta be quiet, pretty girl, don't want anybody else in the house hearin' ya…"

You'd never known how good it could feel to be touched until Lee touched you.  His fingers found every delicate spot and slowly took you apart until it became near impossible to stay quiet.  So quickly after invading your body, he invaded your mind as well, and now he was all you could think about.  Not just in moments like this, disturbingly, but damn-near all the time.  It wasn’t that you forgot everything you hated about him, but more that you forgot how to feel the hate and instead could only logically try to convince yourself to hate him still.  Logic was long gone, though, as he kissed your shoulder and pushed two thick fingers into you.

"You're so wet, honey, you're gonna spoil me," he purred softly against your ear.  "Want me to love ya good, sweet girl?"

You nodded quickly, smiling wide.

He smiled back as rolled you onto your back and slipped between your legs, pushing his pyjama pants down.  You preened when you felt his cock start to slide over your pussy.  When he suddenly pushed in, you gasped and arched your back.

"Shh," he soothed, "it's okay, baby, you can take it.  You're so good, princess, my good girl…"

You whimpered but kept mostly quiet as he thrusted deeper, nearly all the way in.  Was he always going to be this much of a challenge to take?

"Keep those legs open real wide, honey, show me how bad you want it," he purred.

Your head craned up to watch his cock disappearing inside you, only to fall back again as he pulled back and pushed in, over and over, fucking you slow but deep.

"Daddy," you whimpered softly, "feels so good, please don't stop…"

He kissed you, cradling your face in his hands.  "Not gonna stop, princess, 'm right here, not gonna letcha go…"

You clutched at his shoulders, feeling so full that it almost hurt but you loved it, god you loved it more than you could’ve ever believed.  You loved the feeling of him inside you, like you were made for each other.  You loved his little breaths and moans, and knowing it was because of you that he felt good.  You loved it, even, when he went a bit too deep and your arms shot up to push him back, only for him to grab your wrists and hold your hands above your head.  

"My girl," he whispered into your ear, "my girl, my girl, my girl."

And shockingly enough, you loved being his girl.

"I love you, daddy," you sighed, so quiet that you were afraid he wouldn't hear you.  But he did.

"Say it again," he requested.

"I love you," you repeated, "I love you so much, daddy."

"I love you too, princess," he answered with a smile, "more than you can imagine."

He kissed you as his thrusts gained some speed, your walls already fluttering each time he pushed all the way in.  You knew he felt it because you could tell that he was still smiling into the kisses he placed on your neck and shoulders.  You knew he was close, too, because it was his cock beginning to swell and flex within you that pushed you over the edge.  He helped you stay quiet by wrapping his hand around your neck and tightening until you started to see stars.  It made everything stronger, so much so that it quickly became overwhelming as tears quickly began to pour down the sides of your face.  

He was quick to comfort you though, relaxing his grip and wiping the tears away with reverently-whispered praises.  

“Don’t pull out yet, daddy,” you requested softly, wrapping your legs around his hips when you felt that he was trying to pull back.  “I like feeling you inside me…”

He kissed you again, gripping your thigh tight, and stayed that way until you finally agreed that he could go— and who were you to say how long you made him wait?  It felt too good to let him go so soon, even if he was exhausted.  As soon as you nodded, though, he was slipping out and sighing. 

"Fuck it, I'm not gonna wait any longer," he groaned as he laid back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, "I wanna make you mine for good."

You laid your head on his shoulder, looking up at him and admiring the little details of his face that you could only see when you were this close.  "I thought you said you'd never leave Knockemstiff."

"I don't think I have to.  What's the point of bein' the Sheriff if I can't marry who I want?"

You bit your lip a little before replying to that.  "You really wanna marry me?"

"Of course I do, princess,” he smiled proudly, looking back at you.  “Might have to wait a while if I'm s'posed to save up for another one of them diamond rings…"

"I don't need one, long as I have you," you decided confidently.

"You're too good to me, sweetheart," he smirked, kissing your temple softly.  "Can't wait to spoil you the way you deserve."

“How’s that?” you pressed, drawing abstract shapes onto his chest with your fingertip.

“A bigger bed than this,” he laughed.  “A nice car— if you want your own, that is.  You know I’d love to have you shotgun with me in the patrol car as much as I can.”

“You’d really get me a car?”

“Of course, after a little while.  What kind would you want?”

“A red one.  A real glossy red one.”

“Alright,” he smirked.  “How about I getcha somethin’ else fancy— pearls, maybe?  A girl like you deserves to wear pearls every day.”

“You think I’d look good in them?”

“Mm, especially if you weren’t in much else.”

“Okay, I could wear pearls if you bought them for me.  Maybe I’ll be one of those wives who’s wearing pearls and heels when her husband gets home from work.”

“Fuck, talkin’ like that’ll get me hard again, princess,” he groaned.  “Anythin’ else you want?”

“...I want a baby,” you admitted softly, embarrassed to even say it.

“I’ll put one in ya right now, sweetpea,” he purred.  “Well, maybe not right now, I need a minute or two but… I could’ve already gotten you pregnant, you know.  I’m no good at pullin’ out when it comes to you and that tight little pussy.”

“Is it strange if I sort of hope you did?  Get me pregnant already, I mean.”

“Not at all,” he shook his head, “at least not to me.  But I’m a little stranger than most.”

“Yes, that’s the impression I get,” you giggled.  

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’d look beautiful pregnant, all round and glowin’, with my baby in ya…” he trailed off, clearly imagining it.

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’re the most handsome man in all of Ohio,” you winked, snuggling up closer to him.

“That is most certainly strange,” Lee laughed.

[descendantsramblings]

Style Headcanons

So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos  and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)

Villain Kids 

Evie

As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.

She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white. 

The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.

She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be. 

Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.

Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors. 

owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)

Carlos

Baby boy is a total softie

You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.

He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear

loves layering sweaters over button ups

Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual 

Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt. 

Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)

Jay 

In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything

Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear

The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear

He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in. 

Still has the beanie,  but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.

Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?

Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though

Mal

She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle

She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it

Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing 

Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple) 

100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts. 

Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns 

Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.

Uma

Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.

Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it

Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants

the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash. 

Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid) 

She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)

Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers. 

Harry 

When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it 

Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it. 

I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges

the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby

Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy,  he always has his pirate hat on

Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety 

Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black

gold>silver 

Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain

Gil 

As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it. 

So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.

He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston

Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything

Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys) 

Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it. 

Dizzy 

Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers

Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.

No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans 

Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top

She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing

definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and  statement necklaces

puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them) 

Auradon Kids 

Ben

Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else

Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?

He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back

Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts

He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time

Lover of funky crew socks,  ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match

After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it

He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)

Chad

Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality

Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)

Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)

Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis

All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest. 

Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school

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Audrey 

Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie

She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels

Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them

definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve

The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously

loves those tiny shoulder bags

preppy and looks good in it. 

cropped polos and tube tops

Jane

This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here

Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it. 

Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)

Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as) 

People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it 

She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it) 

Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue) 

has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute 

Lonnie

Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one

She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section) 

Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)

Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit. 

Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring) 

Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.

Has two pairs of custom painted air forces. 

Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .

[frenchtipacrylics]

An In-depth Guide to My Personal Style

the idea to document my entire clothing style was inspired by the @dreamgrlarchive​ post detailing her personal style here, and the @angeldiscovery​ post about building confidence that mentions a few journaling prompts here!

minimalistic & edgy

my version of a capsule wardrobe, a style based around essentials and basics but with an edgier twist

key colors: black, white, burgundy, rust orange, various shades of brown, earth tones, olive green

key prints: snake, leopard, croc

key textures: vinyl, leather, silk/satin, mesh, rips/tears, lace, denim

key silhouettes: high neck/turtlenecks, tight pencil miniskirts, flare pants, corsets and bustiers, cowl necks, bodycon, combat boots, lingerie as outerwear, baggy pants

soft glam makeup. all matte, 90’s inspired, only shades of brown. sultry eye looks, smokey eyes, maybe some tightlining. contour, defined cupid’s bow, brown lipstick and (optional) gloss, brow pomade, very bright under eye highlight, cat eye falsies, everything applied to make my face look more angular

minimalist jewelry. stud earrings or small hoops, a few rings, and a necklace

inspo: sofia richie, rihanna’s “edgy” style, zoe kravitz, bella hadid, kelly stamps, 90’s victoria beckham, the typical “model off duty” style, fka twigs, lori harvey

key stores & brands: fashionnova, h&m, prettylittlething, zara, yesstyle, missguided, revolve, misspap, peppermayo, honeybum, topshop, aritzia, asos, sorella

my go-to day to day look

girly & romantic

very girly and cute, fairy-esque, my ideal way to express my femininity. easy to dress up or down 

key colors: sage green, true red, mustard yellow, orange, warm toned cream white

key prints: floral, plaid, small polka dots, gingham

key textures: ruching, silk/satin, fuzz, pearls, rhinestones, ruffled detailing, lace

key silhouettes: wrap dresses and skirts, slip dresses, puff sleeves, bardot necklines, slits, tie-front crop tops, high waisted bottoms, dresses that are cinched in at the waist, cute socks with heels, chunky sweaters, bow detailing, cardigans as tops, silk hair accessories, matching sets

full glam makeup. more shades of pink, peach, and coral. brow pencils, wispy/fluffy false lashes, nose highlight, overlined glossy lips, pink lip gloss, shimmery or glittery eye makeup, bronzer instead of contour, draped blush, bright inner corner highlight, feathery brows that are a shade or two lighter than my hair color, rounded lip shape

a lot more jewelry. hoops and a stud, sometimes double hoops and a stud (my ears are pierced three times), bracelets, layered necklaces, and multiple rings

inspo: cottagecore, gershona annor, alissa janay, francesca omorogbe, ange josé, destiny joseph, _cinnamonro11_ 

key stores & brands: princesspolly, prettylittlething, & other stories, for love and lemons, nastygal, shein, reformation, forever21, peppermayo, brandy melville, misslola, h&m

i wear this style to picnics, art museums, botanical gardens, and other more laidback dates

laidback & casual

dressing down, cute but still comfortable and effortless

key colors: burgundy, black, white, true green, various shades of pink, olive green

key textures: knits, silk/satin, velour, wearable towel

key silhouettes: chunky matching tracksuits, baggy jeans, cami tops, long cardigans, midi dresses, athleisure, tennis shoes, sweater/sweatshirt dresses, jumpsuits, slides, crossbody bags, matching silk pajamas, chic sandals, oversized hoodies

faux “natural” makeup. no eyeshadow, just winged eyeliner, bronzer, brown lip liner and clear gloss, much more focus on the base makeup, inner corner highlight, nose highlight, brow gel, half lashes or individuals, drawing in my beauty marks, cream blush

not too much jewelry. hoops, rings, a necklace, my apple watch, and a bracelet

inspo: karrueche, rihanna, gigi hadid, princess diana, zendaya, kehlani, the classic celebrity airport/streetwear outfit

key stores & brands: nike, adidas, puma, honeybum, fashionnova, ugg australia, meshki, pink, depop, urban outfitters, aerie, missguided

how i dress when going to campus, running errands, taking the train, when i just don’t feel like putting an outfit together, or when comfort matters more than appearance

[matchamorphosis]

can you do baby bear vibes next please? 💖 the baby bunny vibes are so cute! 💖

soft baby bear vibes! 🐻🍯🍫🍪💫

♡ stealing your daddy’s//mommy’s//caregivers big oversized sweaters

♡ fluffy fleece toffee colored onesies

♡ making pancakes for breakfast

♡ playpen for your stuffies

♡ burts bee honeycomb nourishing lotion, bubble bath and lip balms

♡ giving lots of bear hugs

♡ teddy bear in your lap as you play with chalk

♡ jumbo crayons, kinda messy crayon box

♡ glowing night lights

♡ snack time || marshmallow spread and tiny jam hearts on cinnamon toast or chocolate covered pretzels!

♡ bundling up with as many quilts and blankies when the weather gets cold

♡ baking brownies and scones for playdates

♡ clinging onto your caregivers chest or back like a baby bear

♡ going berry picking in the woods with your caregiver and snacking on trial mix

♡ reading and watching winnie the pooh

♡ red and yellow gingham sun dresses when the weather gets warmer

♡ butterscotch candies and waffle bits in your overall pockets

♡ pillow forts and blankie nests

♡ wearing loads of sweaters, cardigans and collared long sleeves in warm browns, yellows and whites

♡ helping with dinner//chores as much as you can

♡ honey in your tea and oat milk in your coffee

♡ nude colored fuzzy socks

♡ bedtime stories you know by heart

♡ untamed bed hair that still is cute cause you’re a cutie

♡ big mug of milk//oat milk to dunk your cookies!

♡ nuzzling your face into the neck of your daddy//mommy//caregiver

♡ sleepy yawns and letting out little noises when you stretch

[littlelimonslice]

my synesthetic associations for each track on folklore by taylor swift

the 1 - lithium quartz. sweet riesling. the r.m.s. titanic. light greyscale. driving home from work over the summer, sunlight pouring into your car. a small waterfall in a grotto, the water bearer blonde and mauve-gowned. pollen. gas stations lit up at night.

cardigan - pale yellow incandescent star. a heavy robe over black lingerie. hardwood floors. pink lemonade. holographic green-and-purple-black mermaid tails. inky darkness. red glitter lips, dress, and a puff of smoke. stale black coffee.

tlgad - manic blue. tastes like salt. the beaches in eternal sunshine. waves crashing against the rocks. 80s-style hair. mary poppins. staying up all night and seeing the sun rise over the pier. donut bakeries. white seashells. raw aquamarine. the summer i turned pretty by jenny han.

exile - maroon velvet. white flapper dresses. canoes on a misty lake. an otherwise empty waiting room. profound sadness. poison oak. screaming in a nightmare but no sound comes out. melting blue water that slips through your fingers. medication.

my tears ricochet - the gas station during daylight. stems and green soundwaves. open sky. silver echoes. phoebe bridgers. slim poetry books. pearls dissolving in wine. pine casket. the lake my little brother loves to fish in. antique malls.

mirrorball - san junipero. warm lavender fuschia lights. glass slippers. black bodysuits. old disney movie cartoons. shag carpet. alt-bi-girl-witch-tok. taking your little sister shopping. taping up LEDs and greening out. sour patch bandersnatch kids.

seven - daisies and camping in a lush green forest. lightwash jean lumberjacks. lemony snickett. the california redwoods. a brown ukulele. oil paint clumps on a canvas; art you can touch. gingham dresses. silver jewelry. the miseducation of cameron post.

august - plum barefoot moscato. baby's breath. mushroom risotto. freckles. grassy green hills. driving at night, all the orange-blue light. rain soaked cement. tightness in the throat. golden blonde honey hair. lipstick from a stage makeup kit.

this is me trying - sharp white and molten titanium. 2000s computer labs. masculine hands. a navy hooded sweatshirt. beige. building a wood table from scratch. campfires. air signs. your dad's shaving kit. cold brew.

illicit affairs - melodrama blue dusk. red lipstick. the manhattan skyline over the hudson. black-and-white photographs. stained wineglasses. scream-sobbing the lyrics to a breakup song alone in your car. raining raining raining all night.

invisible string - you put your arm around me for the first time. the golden gods. kitten heels running across cobblestone to the river cruise. scallops and penne alla vodka. the taste of her mouth just after she sipped chilled chardonnay. sprigs of mint.

mad woman - aquarius. vampy makeup. silver swords and dark evening gowns. a long dining table. firecrackers. cast iron pans. suedey book covers. blue goldstone. the moulin rouge. mars in cancer. rattlesnakes under our boots.

epiphany - the things they carried. grey but it's not beautiful. cold vibrations through muffled microphones. blood on blue scrubs; watching the good doctor on hulu. curling up in bed with your laptop. sushi and comfort movies. english breakfast tea. pride and prejudice. green light.

betty - zippered crop top. rosé in rainbow prism glasses. a light blue house. the lantern glow on emerald leaves. pink prom dress and acoustic guitar. fairy lights. acrylic nails. his sweatshirt burning in your driveway. a red pickup truck. our tree named steve by david catrow.

peace - welcoming, fresh yellow. a plant nursery. ice cold water. halo. soft flower crowns. safe and sound. white marimba and lute. dulce de leche. raw ginger. pixie hollow. secluded log cabins. a wedding in a barn. pansies and flannel.

hoax - motown nights at the house of blues. pink lip gloss. chicago evenings. salty French fries. dark green colored pencils. stomping in your sneakers across the blacktop. chromatic oil spills. lofted harmonies. tuesday nights in 1980 by molly prentiss. riding over the dunes at dawn.

the lakes - annotating books for leisure. saphhires. strumming the lyre. tangled limbs in warm glow. hot springs. birds chirping. flora and fauna. drifting to sleep. a nostalgia you can't explain; a romantic sting. celestite snow. greenwood.

[reblog with your fav in the tags?]

[dodgefred]

some of the abh kids’ fashion senses in modern day no i do not take constructive criticism

alice: either all thrifted, bought from small businesses, or handmade. anti-fast fashion. vintage-inspired silhouettes but not exactly. graphic t-shirts or big sweaters tucked into maxi-skirts. dresses from that one etsy shop inspired by little women. occasionally wears pants but not usually. lots of lace and florals and light colors. favorite color is blue. any kind of blue. always wears a locket with pictures of her and alfred as children inside. either hand-embroidered white converse or some kind of mary-janes or flats

alfred: ugly. he comes from a rich family so he has all this designer shit he got as gifts that he still hasn’t gotten rid of and he doesn’t know how to style them. but he doesn’t even like the designer shit anyway, he prefers graphic t-shirts with cute characters like garfield or scooby doo or rabbits on them. he thinks just because something is the same color it’ll automatically look good together so he’ll pair together two wildly different shades of green and think he’s a genius. he likes big clothes because they hide the areas he’s insecure about, and he thinks the boxy look is very masculine and he likes that. this accidentally turned into a character analysis. also he exclusively wears chunky ass dad sneakers that look like they were plucked straight from ur uncle’s yard sale but he actually spent a lot of money on them. always wears a watch. also his socks never fucking match

tabatha: not afraid to show anything off. shirts with deep v-necks, half unbuttoned button-downs, bras under blazers, whatever. alternatively, very into turtlenecks. also those corset-style tops i don’t know what they’re called??? pants are always high-waisted. dark colors or neutrals. lots of dark winelike purples. faux-sophisticated and posh. HOWEVER, she also wears doc martens with EVERYTHING. it doesn’t matter if it matches or not, she spent a lot of money on those boots and she loves them a lot!!! minimal jewelry if anything. belts! belts are great! lots of her clothes were either thrifted, gifted, or are knock-offs of a more expensive brand and she lowkey prides herself in that. big academia + lesbian energy tbh

dodgy: art hoe vibes. yellow, funky patterned high-waisted pants, checkered vans, the whole shabang. he’s very in-touch with himself and not afraid to be a little bit feminine so he wears skirts and dresses often. though his favorite type of look is funky patterned button-downs either tucked into his pants and half unbuttoned or tied in a bow at the bottom. a mix of handmade and thrifted and also designer stuff. also lives on depop. the colors and patterns he wears are definitely all over the place but he’s good at piecing them together in different and unique outfits. truly a colorblock king. really into overalls, bucket hats, and crop tops too. not all together, though. loves to layer- like, on a 2010 disney channel level. but he actually knows how to make it go together. big belief in fashion as an art form and it shows. big converse stan. always cuffs his jeans

mamie: “basic” fashion. cardigans, bralettes, turtlenecks, jeans, teddybear jackets. it’s all like gentrified designer fashion though like it’s deliberately designed to look like it’s been thrifted even though it wasn’t. she would never wear used clothes. disgusting. biker shorts and big sweatshirts are a vibe, and so are those little pastel cardigan crop top things, and also shirts with a lettuce hem. also not afraid of solid color fashion. she makes it work. she pretty much follows the trends though and doesn’t usually stray out of them. anti-plaid bc it reminds her of catholic school. brandy melville stannie

clarissa: short skirts, spaghetti-straps, crop tops. big fan of denim skirts. wears heels with a casual outfit. preferred color is a pale yellow even though yellow is so hard to find cute clothes in. favorite pattern is gingham or florals. off the shoulder tops are cool. her whole vibe is vvvvv summery which is kind of awkward considering she lives in rainy ass england. oh well she deals with it. had a vsco girl phase but likes to ignore that fact after it became a meme. she’s still a scrunchie addict though

[jellybeanclowns]

The Greek gods and goddesses (as I imagine them)

Hera

dark blue pantsuit and heels combo, white button up underneath, wears a peacock brooch in her lapel always; black with lots of grey and white hair in a tight bun (slightly more grey than Demeter’s); fairly skinny; rectangular body type; looks like a scary headmaster lady, visually to be in late 50s - early 60s with frown lines and crows feet; oak brown eyes

Demeter

light blue overalls; green rain boots; long sleeved pale yellow, gingham button up, sleeves rolled up to the elbows; floppy sun hat; gardening gloves; plus-sized, pear shaped; most grey hair in low ponytail/bun, slightly darker brown eyes than Hera w/ even darker flecks in them; looks to be in her 60s

Hestia

probably the shortest in height; t-shirt tucked into jeans; comfortable sneakers, like sketchers or Nike; dark burnt orange, crocheted cardigan that goes down to her ankles; curly, shaggy pixie cut with only a few grey strands here and there, looks to be in about mid 50s

Aphrodite

long curly blonde, 70s ABBA hair; skin tight pink dress with a heart cut that goes down to her knees and the back goes down to her hips; light pink silk robe with darker pink fuzz lining that goes to the floor; regularly wears makeup, though the style changes from an extreme look with lots of color to a simple “natural” look; short sparkly white heels; mid-sized, Marilyn Monroe body type (think of most of the old statues); looks to be in her early 40s

Athena

dark grey pant suit with dark blue blouse; black heels; long wavy brown hair that goes to her chest; mom sunglasses from Walmart but she pulls them off, they also permanently reside on her head; probably the tallest of all the girls bc of her heels; looks a lot like Zeus, has a lot of his sharper features such as her jaw and nose; dark grey eyes; looks to be in her 30s

Ares

beefy, super muscular; camo pants; tan army boots; beige T-shirt; literally built like a brick shit-house; buzz cut, barely any hair; resting bitch face; always has GI Joe sunglasses on literally a walking GI Joe; very overly friendly and very loud; always slaps people on the back as a greeting and nearly sends them flying; looks in his 50s

Apollo

Khaki, cargo shorts that go to the knees; Miami Beach tank top with the sleeves cut really low; flip flops; golden blond hair pulled into a loose man bun; sunglasses always on his face; beach tan; seems to literally glow; surfer bod; charming smile; eyes are an abnormal golden color that are kinda freaky; looks in late 20s

Persephone

like 5’5”; usually a nice, floral sun dress; sandals; dark brown braids that go down to her chest; usually seen with a thin flower crown, usually of baby’s breath; kind smile; if she’s in the underworld the flower crown is wilted and she’s in very comfy, warm clothes; late 30s

Artemis

black leggings; dark brown combat boots; rock band tank top (admittedly from Apollo tho she’d deny it); thick, puffy camo jacket; short, spikey pixie, almost grown out buzzcut; very fit and muscular, but not beefy; late 20s

Hades

long black hair that goes just below his shoulders and is greying at the roots; tall, fairly lean dad bod; dark grey cashmere sweater; khakis; dark brown dress shoes; dark grey socks; the brightest color in his wardrobe are his khakis; late 50s

Poseidon

cargo shorts; Hawaiian shirts; dad bod; fairly tan; smells like sea salt and sunscreen; salt and pepper, shaggy hair; trimmed beard with grey on the chin; bucket hat with fishing lures and fishing net on it; dark green crocs; kinda short, for some reason, like 5’9; looks in his mid 50s

Hermes

track bod, lean muscle and tall; sweat pants; red converse high tops with wings; white T-shirt and light blue button up over it w/ sleeves rolled up; interchangeable with old red sweatshirt when working; matching red headband bc his hair can get in his eyes and he needs to see to run; wavy, shaggy light brown hair; freckles; high energy, can be seen vibrating if you stare at him too long; will and has left skid marks in multiple places; early 30s

Dionysus

about 5’7”; medium length, curly black hair; rosy cheeks; has a slim hourglass shape with a small chest; very androgynous, gender-fluid style of clothing, could wear a dress and heels one day and a suit the next, usually combines or wears whatever they want, always has something leopard print tho!; very carefree and always has a flask or glass of some type of alcohol in their hand; has a bit of a cult-leader vibe; early 30s

Hecate

long, very curly brown hair pushed back with a headband (like Doc Ock from into the spider verse); imagine the wacko potions teacher from Harry Potter but not so weird; flowy dress with dark brown and turquoise swirly patterns and a dark brown leather belt; kind of a hippie but not as much as Iris who’s the definition of 60/70s hippie; dark green shawl with little bobbles on the sides; round glasses that have spikies like Luna lovegood’s but they’re black; pear shaped; about 5’8”; mid 40s

Zeus

dark grey button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top button undone to show grey chest hair; very fit, kind of like buff old man; long grey hair thats kept in a bun; long grey beard; black dress pants and shoes; gold watch; a rich asshole who sleeps with a lot of women who are younger than him; sometimes forgets he has a wife; early 50s

Hephaestus

short boy; muscular but not the same as Ares, ares is more of a beef cake where Heph is like heavy lifter muscular; dark blue, work jeans; white shirt with sleeves cuffed; clothes covered in grease and grime; dirty handyman’s gloves; is constantly covered in some kind of oil or grease; constantly sweaty; smells like gasoline; dark brown work boots; dark brown hair that’s cut short and looks like it was shaved at one point but has grown out; wider nose; round face with long, deep scars running across his face and forehead; just a big ‘ol cutie

Thanatos

lanky boy; about 5’11; slacks, baggy sweater vests, long sleeve button ups, and Oxford shoes; usually wears brown and beige and maybe an occasional light grey; short, wavy, dirty blonde hair; rectangle glasses that always slip off his nose; dark brown eyes; always stressed; gets lots of compliments on how cute he is but always gets really flustered so he’ll just shout “nice coat!” even if they’re not wearing a coat and run away; carries around his torch which looks like a baton so people ask him if he can twirl it (which he can); mid 20s

Iris

loooong, strawberry blonde hair hair that goes to her hips; completely freckled out, all over her face and shoulders; mid-sized; as hippie as you can get, wearing clothes from the actual 60s/70s, full flower power-vegan-lives in a VW bus-no waste-grows own food; has large, 70s square glasses; usually doesn’t wear shoes and if she’s forced, they’re either crocs or flip flops; definitely takes care of wild animals and doesn’t care if they may have diseases; mid 30s

This is just how I see them personally and it’s in no specific order. It also changes sometimes and it’s not perfect and I’ll probably add to it so stay tuned

Edit: I fixed them up a bit. This was made 3 years ago to be fair

[shakespeareanqueer]

Ravinia

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader 🧺Summary: Steve lets the cute girl who works at the bookshop plan their date. It is simple, but wonderful.

Word count: 1,306 words 🧺Warnings: Some rude, offensive people mentioned at the beginning, that’s about it

A/N: This is for Firefly’s Summer Challenge! My prompt was Picnic in the Park with Steve. I didn’t end up including the outdoor concert series the title comes from as part of the plot, but it’s such a pretty word I kept it as the title anyway. 

I’ll reblog tagging Firefly and my taglist, linking my masterlist, and citing the header photo.

Steve Rogers was an old-fashioned romantic. Was that such a crime? Some of the people he went out with seemed to think it was.

One girl was offended when he brought her flowers and held open the door, exclaiming, “What, like I can’t do anything for myself?” “I’m not suggesting you can’t; I’m just trying to be considerate.” “I’m not a helpless damsel in distress, you know!” “I’m not suggesting you are.”

One girl scoffed at his planned evening of dinner and a movie, chastising him for not being more creative and for embodying a stereotype. Then she was rude and manipulative when he wouldn’t put out after only one evening together.

The one guy he tried to go out with balked when he learned that Steve had never been on a date with— let alone been intimate with— a man before, and explained that he didn’t date, ‘Baby Gays.’

In some instances, it really was him; he was the problem. He felt bad when he spent the entire date with Lillian from accounting (yes, he finally gave in to Natasha’s pleas) staring at her lip ring. Logically he knew it had no bearing on the quality of her person, and it his hang-up that he associated the practice with delinquency was not based in reality. And yet, he couldn’t stop staring at it. So that didn’t work out either.

He was exhausted and more than ready to give up on the whole dating scene, when he finally met you. He had transferred to a SHIELD placement in Chicago where you worked at a used bookstore. The store had a strong online presence, that you spear-headed, so you were a modern-day woman, but your day-to-day life was filled with the romanticism of working with old books in fading dust jackets and yellowing paper. The perfect combination of old and new.

When Nat confirmed for Steve that you were happy to go out with him, he became shy and insecure. That, in addiction to how jaded he had become in the current dating scene, and a determination to be a modern man and not stay beholden to the well-intentioned stereotypes that had led him to be criticized by other suitors, caused him to lask you to plan the date. He would just show up, and be surprised. He was flexible.

But he was not expecting what you put together, and he was blown away.

He was skeptical at first when you air-dropped him an address he didn’t recognize right onto Apple Maps so he could meet you there on his motorcycle. But when he showed up it was just… the park. Millennium Park.

You were by the Bean, surrounded by tourists taking photos You were looking around for him, but he saw you first. You were wearing a black frock under a white cardigan sweater and a long red gingham skirt that reached the ground, and a necklace with a large blue opal. Red, white and blue, but softened by a little black. He walked towards you and at some point you noticed him and waved. He waved back. The smile on your face was broad and genuine, and it relaxed him a little. You were holding something behind your back, and his gentlemanly ways prevented him from trying to take a peak at what it was.

“Hello!” you greeted him cheerfully when he arrived in front of you.

“Hi,” he responded shyly. But you were not shy, and you leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. You had become friendly in his visits to the bookshop, after all; it wasn’t like this was some blind date.

“Ready for our outing?” you asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be for something I’m unprepared for,” Steve answered with a shrug, and you laughed.

“There’s not much to prepare for, I’m afraid,” you admitted. “I’ve kept it rather simple.”

“Simple can still be wonderful,” Steve replied. In his head it sounded kind of sagely, but hearing himself out loud he cringed.

But you just sent him a warm smile and threaded your hand through his. “Come with me for something wonderful, then.”

Even with this preface, Steve kept his expectations low. He’d learned to do that, since he re-entered the dating game. Or rather, since he entered it in the first place; it’s not like he had a particularly active dating life before he went in the ice.

He knew he wasn’t totally adjusted to this modern world, but it still took him off guard when you appeared to start taking off your clothing in the middle of the park. It took him a moment to realize that the skirt was actually just a gingham blanket that you had tied around your waist, and the black frock was actually a cute little sundress, under which you were wearing red stockings.

“Sorry if it’s weird that I’m wearing your colors.” You felt the heat in your cheeks. “I couldn’t resist. I’m cheesy like that.”

“You look lovely,” Steve assured you.

It was then Steve realized what you had been holding behind your back: a charming wicker basket. Now that the skirt-that-was-actually-a-blanket was all spread out, you were beginning to unpack a picnic, with a metric ton of different sandwich options.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I brought a selection,” you said sheepishly.

Steve was not a picky eater. No one who lived through the Great Depression really could be. He would have gladly eaten any of the options, but he smiled and chose his favorite: turkey with lettuce and boursin cheese.

You laughed and talked for hours in the park and got along famously, as he knew you would. It was so easy to talk to you. You were well-versed in classical and other pre-war literature, so you actually had a shared vocabulary and mutual interests, which was rare for Steve to find with other people. You didn’t patronize him by using old-timey language, but you also didn’t judge him when he needed something explained to him, a phrase or a meme or what have you. You teased him lightly when his language was particularly antiquated, but he found he didn’t actually mind, when it was you.

“Did you pack dessert?” Steve asked once you had both polished off your sandwiches and the little pre-packaged veggie platters you had brought as sides. “You strike me as a girl with a sweet tooth.”

Your bright smile then is sweeter than any dessert you could have packed, Steve thinks.

“Your instincts are accurate, Captain Rogers,” you confirm. You reach into the basket. “And I brought a special dessert, for a special man.”

The flirting that bounced between the two of you was unique. It was straightforward and understandable without being brazen or overwhelming. It was equitable; you tossed cheesy pick-up lines his way as often as he openly complimented you. It was comfortable.

The ‘special dessert,’ as it turned out, was an old family recipe for ‘special’ (i.e. spiked) whipped cream to go over pie or ice cream. And because he’s Captain America, naturally you chose for it to accompany good ol’ apple pie.

“My mom used it to woo my dad when they first started dating,” you informed him.

“And are you trying to woo me, Ms. Y/L/N?” Steve asked cheekily.

“Maybe,” you replied, equally cheekily. “And what would you do about it if I was?”

“I might just kiss you,” he responded, his tone a little breathy.

The kiss was sweet. It tasted like apples and cinnamon and brandy and another, sweeter taste, something Steve hadn’t tasted in a very long time: hope for a bright future, with you, his sweet red, white and blue bookseller.

[detectiveworkisalwaysinstyle]

Nancy’s Room (Alibi in Ashes)

Nancy’s room is one of the most beautiful, summery locations in the series. The yellow and white backdrop with a few pops of light blue are the perfect shades for stylish summer dressing. For a summery outfit, pair a white sundress with a yellow gingham cardigan, yellow sneakers, ruffled ankle socks, a yellow satchel bag, gold and pearl bracelets, a floral phone case, and a yellow hair scrunch fit the vintage style of Nancy Drew. Skeleton key earrings, a magnifying glass necklace, a daisy ring, and a fingerprint ring bring in elements of her past cases.

[goblinwalker]

Cottagecore Fashion

cottagecore fashion is somewhat hard to come by, especially if you don’t have access to a second hand shop or don’t know what to look for. here are some direct links to some cottagecore fashion i have saved <3 (i do apologize that some of these are kinda pricey. and if possible i will list the plus sizes)

Hot Topic:

https://www.hottopic.com/product/ht-denim-washed-indigo-white-stripe-mom-shorts/12651839.html?cgid=girls-jeans-mom-jeans#start=1

https://www.hottopic.com/product/ht-denim-washed-indigo-white-stripe-mom-shorts-plus-size/12651851.html?cgid=girls-jeans-mom-jeans#start=2

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https://www.hottopic.com/product/olive-plaid-woven-button-up/11829133.html?cgid=guys-tops-shirts#start=14

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H&M:

https://www2.hm.com/en_us/productpage.0836344001.html

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https://www2.hm.com/en_us/productpage.0797079007.html

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https://www2.hm.com/en_us/productpage.0853467001.html

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https://www2.hm.com/en_us/productpage.0784118001.html

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Pacsun:

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https://www.pacsun.com/la-hearts/smocked-long-sleeve-top-0731461580445.html?dwvar_0731461580445_color=010&dwvar_0731461580445_size=9100&cgid=womens-tops#start=105

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https://www.pacsun.com/la-hearts/baby-bow-socks-0673485250032.html?dwvar_0673485250032_color=569&dwvar_0673485250032_size=9900&cgid=tights-socks#start=24

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Hollister:

https://www.hollisterco.com/shop/us/p/must-have-baby-tee-39049831?categoryId=166318&seq=07&faceout=prod

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https://www.hollisterco.com/shop/us/p/square-neck-ultra-crop-top-38744319?categoryId=166318&seq=02&faceout=prod

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https://www.hollisterco.com/shop/us/p/must-have-reversible-tube-top-38904819?categoryId=166318&seq=08&faceout=prod

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https://www.hollisterco.com/shop/us/p/slim-cardigan-38170319?categoryId=166318&seq=01&faceout=prod

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https://www.hollisterco.com/shop/us/p/floral-scrunchie-38833819?categoryId=61589766&seq=03&faceout=prod

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Target:

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Amazon:

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