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totaly-obsessed · 5 months

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Could you write for Ella where reader is also a footballer but reader tears her ACL

Jersey Dispute

Ella Toone x reader request

-> Reader tears her ACL - sending Ella into panic - fluffy

-> probably not the correct timeline of a healing ACL

-> Combined with this request!

-> I hope this is okay, @ anon's!

➳ Masterlist

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Ella hated knees. She really did.

Your girlfriend had been on the pitch, not too far away from you when you had gone down in a Manchester derby. Forgotten was the color of your shirt as Ella rushed to you. To her surprise you weren’t crying, you just sat there, waiting for the medics. “I tore it.” Those words still haunt her in her sleep.

You had waited for her outside of the changing room and together you slowly walked to the car. The ride was tense, the brunette not too sure how to approach the situation, but you cracked joke after joke, trying to loosen her up.

Sure this was bad, you knew it meant nearly a year of no football for you but in the end, there was nothing that you could do right now – you were just glad that the World Cup was just over, giving you a slim chance of getting ft for the Olympics.

Waiting for the surgery was the worst but Ella gave it her best to fill the house with laughter. And she did it fabulously. Quite a few of you and her teammates showed up, wanting to see how you were doing, which led to many fun evenings playing Mario Cart and watching movies.

After a month, it finally came; the surgery to make everything worse so that you could get better again. Your girlfriend was nervous, much more than you were, running around in circles in your hospital room. She had taken the week off from training and everyone understood that she wanted to be with you.

“Ella, please baby sit down. You’re driving me nuts!” With a shamed look, she sat down in a chair next to your bed, hands pressed between her knees but she couldn’t hold it, jumping up again, going back to pacing.

“Ells, please…” You patted the space next to you, scooching over so that she fit. Now wrapped in your arms, tucked under a blanket she was finally able to breathe. “I’ll go into surgery in two hours when no emergency comes in. Mary will be here so-“ You could see her trying to defend herself, that she didn’t need a babysitter, but you put your hand over her mouth. “Shhh. Mary will come and you will go eat something. Then I‘ll come out of surgery and everything will be absolutely fine.”

Mary had arrived just in time when they took you for surgery so that she could take your frantic girlfriend out.

Just as you had predicted, everything had been fine.

Now, nearly a month later you had started physio-therapy and rehab at the Manchester City facility, leaving Ella to worry at Manchester United – so you called her every time you could to reassure her.

In the evenings it was hard for your girlfriend to let you help her cook. “Love, no! Sit back down, hmm?” Most of the time she just kidnapped you to the living room, sat you down on the couch, and went back to cook.

It was great, being able to spend so much time with your girlfriend and being able to catch up on Uni work – you loved it, Ella loved it, everybody loved it. The bickering was kept to a minimum with evenings spent curled up in each other’s arms. It was perfect, almost too perfect…

Nearly two months of pure bliss were interrupted by the first disagreement.

Manchester derbies were ferocious and the atmosphere electric, they were great. Ella saw your inability to play the match, as her opportunity to get you to wear her very red ‘Toone’ jersey. “Babe – pleaseee! You’ll look so good in it!” She had flung open the bedroom door, where you were currently sorting through the huge closet for clothes to donate. In her hands was a huge box, containing a whole stack of her shirts. “Ells we’ve been over this. I will not wear a Man United jersey.”

The brunette was whining and pouting letting the box fall to the ground, eventually flinging herself on the bed – desperate to get your attention. But you prevailed, having your back towards your girlfriend helping with that. You couldn’t cave – no way. “Quit it, Ella.”

Oof. That first name hit.

“But Baby-“ She was quickly shut up with a deep kiss after you had finally turned around, gracing the stunned midfielder with your attention. “I’ll wear your England jersey, yeah?” and with a pat to her cheek, you were gone again, leaving a stunned Ella behind.

Gameday came and Ella played her best game of the season – a hat trick and an assist, beating Manchester City four to one. Her motivation? You. Sat in the family section wearing an England jersey that had her name on the back.

And while you were sad that your team lost, there was just no way you could be mad when a grinning Ella came out of the changing room, match ball in hand, falling into your open and waiting arms, littering your face in tiny kisses.

“Ya’ gonna have to wear this every game day now – would’ve been better in a United shirt though.” With a disgusted groan, you shoved her off, but there was no chance to get the teasing smirk off her face for the whole day.

Five months later it was Ellas' turn to sit in the family section, wearing an England jersey with your name. Her legs bounced up and down, nervously waiting for you to get subbed on.

When you did, she couldn’t do anything else but grin – seeing you back on the pitch, knowing how hard you worked for this made her prouder than she had ever been.

She blissfully ignored Alessia taking a video of you coming on for Alanna Kennedy, and then turning the camera to a teary-eyed Tooney, clutching your jersey in her hands.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #lionesses x reader #ella toone #ella toone x reader #man united wfc x reader

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hd-junglebook · 1 month

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Falling For it

Part 4 - Word Count 2450

A.N: I'm not gonna lie this part had me keeping my feet in glee. I love this man.

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The sleek, black sedan glided to a stop, pulling up behind her car in the driveway. Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins.

Stepping out of the house, she smoothed down her outfit – a slim fitting pair of flared leggings and a number 86 jersey, her heart pounding as she prepared to meet him once again.

The chauffeur, a distinguished-looking man with a crisp uniform and a friendly smile, greeted her with a nod as he opened the door, ushering her into the warmth of the car.

“Miss y/n, after you.” Y/n smiled happily at the man, climbing into the backseat of the car. The soft hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop to Y/N's racing thoughts as they began the drive to Newark.

Y/N settled into the plush leather seat of the car, she felt her phone buzz with a new message. With a quick glance at the screen, she saw Jack's name pop up. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she read his message. “Hey gorgeous, hope you're as excited for tonight as I am.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she typed out a response, her fingers hesitated over the keys while her thoughts raced as she tried to strike the right balance between interested but not desperate. After all, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much his words affected her.

With a soft sigh, she tucked her phone away, a faint blush staining her cheeks as she leaned back in her seat, now unable to look at his messages without grinning at her phone like a total doofus. This was going to be an interesting night, to say the least.

…

With a quick glance around to ensure she hadn't forgotten anything, Y/N stepped out of the car and into the crisp fall air, her breath forming delicate clouds in front of her.

The glow of the stadium lights illuminated the bustling crowds, casting long shadows across the pavement. Jack's chauffeur followed suit, quickening his pace, and holding open the door to the stadium as she stepped inside.

The interior of the stadium was a hive of activity, with fans milling about, the scent of pretzels and cheering fans filled the air. The red jerseys of the home team dotted the sea of humanity and filled her vision as the chauffeur expertly weaved through the throngs of people, expertly avoiding collisions and maintaining a steady pace.

Finally, they arrived—a secluded room overlooking the ice, complete with plush seating and a panoramic view of the game below. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her, her eyes widening in wonder at the sheer luxury of it all.

This was beyond anything she could have imagined, and yet here she was, about to watch the game from the best seat in the house.

As the game got underway, Y/N found herself captivated by the flurry of activity on the ice, her eyes darting back and forth as the players vied for control of the puck.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice and the thud of bodies checking into the boards filled the air, creating an electric atmosphere that seemed to pulse within her bones.

Y/N's gaze kept drifting back to one player in particular - the team's star forward, with his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He moved with a fluid grace, weaving in and out of defenders with ease and leaving a trail of admiring gazes in his wake.

She couldn't take her eyes off him, even as the action shifted to the other end of the ice. And when he finally scored the game-winning goal, she let out a triumphant cheer that echoed throughout the arena.

…

Y/n jumped as her phone buzzed in her pocket, the vibration startling her out of her pre-game visualization. She pulled it out, heart fluttering when she saw Jack's name on the screen.

New Message from Jack: Meet me outside in 5?

She squealed quietly to herself, bouncing a little in the privacy of the suite. Y/n smoothed down the front of her jersey, the Jersey Devils logo crinkling under her fingers. She'd been dying to see Jack since her arrival, thrill filled her as she realized she could finally be with him again.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n stood and checked herself in her phone camera. Her hair was still tamed in its neat bun, and a light sheen of lip gloss remained on her lips.

The arena was empty aside from her and security. Y/n grabbed her belongings, walking to door, and made her way down the hall towards the exit.

She found the doorway to the stairs and ascended quickly, pushing through the heavy metal door at the bottom.

A blast of crisp, late-autumn air hit her face as she emerged onto the sidewalk of the Prudential center. The hockey team was scattered in front the bus, their breath forming clouds as they waited for the head coach.

Y/n scanned the area, looking for that familiar mop of brown hair. An arm draped over her shoulder as she spoke with the other hockey players.

Y/n froze initially before recognizing Jack's familiar body wash. A laugh escaped her lips as she turned to look up at him, catching his warm blue eyes already gazing down at her with a smile.

"Well, well, if it isn't Jackie making his move," one of the guys called out with a laugh. The rest of the boys joined in, nudging each other as they laughed and whistled teasingly.

Jack just grinned and pulled Y/n a little closer against his chest. She could feel the firm muscle under his hoodie and tried to suppress the shiver that went through her. Get it together, Y/n, she told herself sternly.

"Alright, alright, let's load up!" the Coach bellowed, clapping his hands. The team started grabbing their gear bags and sticks, heading inside the idling bus. Jack kept his arm firmly around Y/n as he led her away.

"I've got a surprise for you," he said, voice low in her ear to be heard over the ruckus of the city.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as he caught her hand, tugging her away from the bus. She followed without a word as Jack led her towards a sleek black car in the far corner of the lot.

…

Jack opened the passenger door for y/n with a little flourish. "After you, m'lady." She couldn't help but giggle, shaking her head at his cheesy chivalry as she slid into the buttery soft leather seat.

The interior of Jack's car smelled like expensive new car - a mixture of leather and something vaguely metallic.

As Jack rounded the car to the driver's side, she took in the sleek lines and high-end finishes. She ran her fingers along the woodgrain trim, amazed at the luxury.

The driver's door opened and Jack folded his frame behind the wheel. He shot her a wink as he turned over the ignition, the car humming to life silently thanks to its electric motor. With a press of a button, the panoramic sunroof slid open, letting in the cool breeze.

"Wow..." Y/n breathed, craning her neck to look up through the open roof. Soft R&B filtered through the speakers as Jack put the car in reverse, expertly backing out of the narrow parking space.

He draped one arm along the back of y/ns headrest as he checked his mirror, his chin just inches from her cheek. She caught a hint of his intoxicating cologne and felt her stomach flip.

Once out on the main street, Jack downshifted and accelerated with a gentle surge of power, merging seamlessly into the heavy Friday afternoon traffic. He seemed so at ease behind the wheel of this fancy ride.

"So..." y/n prompted, still looking around the city in awe. "You want to explain where we're going?" Y/n kept stealing glances over at Jack, admiring the strong line of his jaw and how his features were cast in dramatic shadow and light from the passing streetlights.

He must have sensed her watching, as he briefly cut his eyes over with an unreadable expression. A little half-smile played at the corners of his lips before he returned his focus to the road.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jack signaled and took an exit ramp. He merged them through a few side streets before pulling into a vast, nearly empty parking lot.

Y/n gasped softly as the enormous neon lights of the aquarium came into view, bathing the interior of the car in their brilliant bluish glow. She felt the excitement bubbling up inside as she looked over at Jack with a huge smile.

He killed the engine, throwing them into stillness and silence, save for the distant rumble of traffic. Jack turned to face her, catching and holding her gaze. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he regarded her for a long, lingering moment.

Then, he flashed her a lopsided grin. "Surprise..." he said simply with a little shrug. Before y/n could respond, Jack hopped out of the driver's seat and came around to her door, opening it with a gentlemanly flourish. "For the lady," he said with a playfully snarky bow.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head at his antics as she took the hand he offered. “As you should.” She said as Jack tugged her up and out of the car with surprising strength, pulling her right into his arms.

"Try not to swoon," Jack murmured low in her ear, gesturing up towards the twinkling aquarium lights. She could only nod, biting her lip to stifle her beaming smile as he laced their fingers together and led the way inside.

…

The double doors parted with a whirl of circulated air, and Y/n was immediately enveloped in the aquarium's hushed, reverential atmosphere. Soft blue lighting bathed the high ceilings and winding corridors in an ethereal glow.

"Welcome to Ritual Rift's acclaimed aquarium," a staff member greeted them. "One of the largest all-shark exhibits in the country." "No way..." Y/n breathed, clutching Jack's hand a little tighter. Of course, the arrogant jock would go big for a date.

Jack squeezed her fingers, turning to flash her a crooked grin. "Pretty cool, huh? But we've got the whole place to ourselves tonight." Y/n looked around in awe of the spacious opening, the sound of the fountains fille the almost empty corridor.

"How did you even swing that?" y/n arched an eyebrow, aiming for nonchalance though her heart stuttered at the thought of the intimate night ahead.

He shrugged, puffing out his chest. "I've got connections. Shall we?" Without waiting for her reply, Jack tugged her further inside. His hand was furnace-hot against her chilled fingers.

They wandered in silence for a while, taking in the luminous floor-to-ceiling tanks housing exotic sea creatures from around the globe. More than once, y/n caught Jack openly watching her with unabashed longing as the shimmering lights played across her face.

Don't read into it, she cautioned herself. Jack's been this way with every girl...

Still, she couldn't resist leaning closer when he draped his arm along the back of a bench, drawing her against his side as they watched a pair of deadly reef sharks glide effortlessly through their display.

"They're gorgeous..." she murmured, captivated by the sleek, powerful bodies cutting through the water.

Jack hummed an agreement, his fingertips ghosting unconsciously along her arm, raising delicious goosebumps. "I've always loved sharks. Admired their...tenacity."

She shot him a sidelong look at the clear double entendre but didn't object when he tangled his fingers with hers once more, squeezing firmly.

…

They continued on that way, Jack monopolizing any chance to touch her - resting his palm at the small of her back to guide her around a corner, draping an arm lazily around her shoulders, sidling up unnecessarily close as they stopped to examine a new tank.

She searched for any hint of mockery in his warm eyes but found only naked sincerity, causing her heart to stutter. As they entered a dimly lit cove, Jack stopped so abruptly that y/n nearly slammed into his back.

He turned and steadied her with hands on her waist, holding her there as a spinning vortex tunnel stretching high above them whirred to life.

Y/n steadied herself with her hands braced on Jack's firm chest as the tunnel whirred and began rotating around them. An array of vivid sea creatures appeared to swim in mesmerizing circles up the walls.

Jack's hands slid more securely around her waist, drawing her flush against him. She could feel the deep rumble of his chuckle against her chest.

"Pretty wild, right?" His lips brushed the delicate shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Though I've seen some moves on the ice that could put these animations to shame."

Y/n rolled her eyes, grateful for the low lighting that hid her furious blush. "Is that so, Hotshot?"

"I don't know, y/n," Jack said with a little smirk, purposely using the shortened version of her name she hated. "Maybe you should show me some of your moves sometime." He punctuated the cheesy line with a wink and a little quarter-turn of their bodies in time with the spinning tunnel.

"You'd just love that, wouldn't you?" She arched an eyebrow, keeping her tone as dry as she could manage while hyper-aware of every place their bodies touched.

Rather than rising to her sarcasm, Jack's gaze had fallen resolutely to her lips. He reached up with one hand to tenderly caress the side of her face, letting his fingers linger perhaps a beat too long as they grazed her flushed cheek.

"Maybe I would..." he murmured in that deep, rumbly timbre that had her breath hitching. She opened her mouth to fling back a pithy rejoinder, but any coherent words died on her lips as Jack began to slowly, inexorably lean in close, she could feel his warm breath fanning against her parted lips.

His body tenses as their lips finally meet in a long-awaited kiss, the kind of kiss that’s filled with electricity and sparks. Every inch of their body is press against each other.

When the kiss finally breaks apart, it feels like time stopped with it. Y/n’s heart is pounding against her chest and she can’t help but stare at Jack with parted lips, as if waiting to kiss him again. Jack leans away, getting a better look at her face, his eyes filled with the same passionate look.

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gold-pavilion · 1 year

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「TR Casual Fashion Illustrations」translations, part 1

I couldn't find them around and I really wanted them, so I grabbed the book and translated all of these.

Grouping the season 2 characters in this post. See this post for the season 1 characters.

Inui Seishu

- Likes wide, plain jerseys in gaudy purples or pinks

- Black loose-fitting tanktop

- Loose sweatpants, absolutely must match his top

- Stiletto heels, he likes the type that was kinda popular among delinquents in the 90s

(Koko, Hakkai, Yuzuha, and Taiju below)

Kokonoi Hajime

- Likes mao collar jackets, basics, flower patterns

- Sarouel pants, the feeling of freedom is key

- A dress shirt and proper black necktie are standard items he always wears

- Sandals, likes Loubou**n and Gi***chy and such

Shiba Hakkai

- Varsity jacket, loves when it's got a ton of patches making it flashier

- Knit sweater with damaged parts, Taka-chan chose it for him

- Taka-chan told him that since his legs are long, three-quarter length pants suit him, so that's what he wears

- Short boots that he instantly fell for while shopping with Yuzuha in Harajuku

Shiba Yuzuha

- Loves looking stylish

- Since it's casual wear, she likes matching up any manicure type with it

- Has special products to care for her light hair, which she inherited from her mom (and Hakkai uses them, even though his hair is shaved short)

- While looking for a jacket that matched her blouse at a thrift store, she loved this at first sight

- Loves high boots, 'cause they make her legs look slender

- "Nee-chan has a great fashion sense, but horrible when it comes to accessories", says Hakkai

Shiba Taiju

- Takes a liking to a new leather or denim jacket and wears that all season

- Very tight shirt

- At any rate, he likes combining a full black set!

- Only likes silver accessories anyways!

- Slim-ish jeans

- Anyways, he likes pointed shoes!

#tokyo revengers #inui seishu #kokonoi hajime #inui #koko #shiba hakkai #shiba yuzuha #shiba taiju #hakkai #yuzuha #taiju #my translation stuff #tr fashion illustrations #tr character book

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issacballsac · 9 months

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“Being Ben’s S/O„

He’s a bit dramatic at times but that doesn’t stop him from being the best boyfriend to you! Gn reader (I rlly hope I got his character right)

Reilly | O’Really

Forces you to help him bleach his hair

Has a mini panic attack when his roots start growing back in

As you may or may not know he bleached his hair to differentiate himself from Peter so he would be pissed if his natural colour came back too fast

“Is that brown I see?”

“What. No, where? Are you serious, I just bleached it!”

If you are a frequent gym-goer he’d go with you

Y’all are each others spotters

“You got this, lift it!”

“I’M TRYING.”

If you don’t go to the gym often/not at all it’s alright he’d encourage you to go with him but would respect if you didn’t want to

Platonic or romantic relationship doesn’t matter he’s def gossiping with you especially about spiderverse shit

“I was just assigned on another mission and everything cause some kid came here and prevented Pavitr’s canon event and now wants to prevent his own canon event! Can you believe it?”

“Ben. What the fuck is a canon event?”

Can’t keep a secret

If you ever took him in a date to the carnival he’d start crying

Average bumper cars enjoyer

Very dramatic but if you lived the life he did you’d prob be seen as a bit dramatic too

In addition to this it would prob take a while before he tells you his entire past

Like he’s given you parts but never the whole thing

Give him time and he’ll tell you eventually

Shares headphones with you to show you his music taste and Vice versa

You guys have matching jewelry of some sort

Necklace, ring(non-marriage), bracelet, etc.

Comic Ben no, because his thoughts are written out in the narration box, but spider verse Ben narrates out loud while you guys are on a date or even just hanging out

No matter if your clothes fit him properly or not he’s wearing them just cause

Ofc he’d let you wear his too granted his closet isn’t very…diverse?

He doesn’t have bad fashion sense but like his closet is hella empty 💀

That hoodie though…🦀

Gives little kisses every morning even if you didn’t fall asleep together he’ll make sure to give you the routinely morning kiss

I see him as more of a little spoon? Feel free to disagree but I feel like he would want to be in your arms regardless if ur arms are slim or muscular

He DOES NOT CARE about appearance or anything like that bro jus wants someone to love him FR😭

Back to the silly shit

He cries during romantic movies

Especially if it’s a tragic one

His sobbing ruins the movie FR💀

“God—Ben can you cry quieter?”

“I’m sorry I just can’t believe she died before he could even tell her his feelings!”

Ugly crier fs

Isolated himself from the world after watching the notebook for the first time

Loves playing iMessage games with you especially 8ball and cup pong

He definitely cheats in Uno

Whether or not you help him cheat is up to you

Just know if you call him out on it he’s not talking to you for like a week

If your a regular dude he likes to show off with his powers and everything

If you’re a hero/villain/vigilante etc. he still shows off perhaps even more than before especially when your out doing whatever your doin💀

I could rlly talk abt him forever

He’s actually pretty smart just not in a common sense way

He’d make you come with him to get his ears pierced bc he’s a pussy

I love him and he IS hella strong and shit but he would definitely be too afraid to get his ears pierced

Getting thrown into a car? No problem!

Needle near ear? No.

He can cook a lil bit

No chef but if you want chicken and rice he WON’T give you food poisoning!😁🫶

Better at making drinks

Likes cuddling with you, watching random YouTube videos, and eating goldfish

Has a ritual of rewatching all Jersey Shore seasons at least once every month

Idk if it’s canon but he def doesn’t have a drivers license and you drive him everywhere💀

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octuscle · 9 months

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Airport Customer Service? Hi, I'm Jake and I'm looking for my suitcase. I wait for it quite an hour now but it's obviously lost. I play floorball and I'm on the way to a tryout in Sweden. It's realky important to me getting my suitcase!

Well… That's a bit of a special sport… I hope that there is actually something for you in the sports bag that I have here. Låt oss ta en titt!

The clothes are not really suitable for the sports hall. Streetwear. But it should fit you. It's also made for a rather slim and athletic body. Unfortunately, rackets and shoes are not in the bag. But a skateboard is. Doesn't do you much good, you've never ridden it before… Only the cool boys did that at school. And with your hobby floorball, your pimples and your underweight body, you were never one of the cool boys. That's why you were so grateful that you got the offer from Gothenburg. And you don't want to blow that chance. So you call the team and tell them that your equipment has unfortunately gone missing. It's no problem, you'll get your racket, shoes and jersey at the tryout.

You take the sports bag. You can possibly use the clothes later. But now you have to hurry. Fuck! Power failure in the metro. In the middle of rush hour. Traffic chaos. Your only chance now is your skateboard. You almost fall a few times on the first few metres. But it gets better and better. You move like a snake, smooth and fast through the streets of Gothenburg. Your T-shirt disappears. You enjoy the wind on your nipples. The sports bag has become a backpack. This is your city. Your board and you are part of the streets.

You arrive at your destination on time. No one is at the agreed meeting point yet. But you can wait. You have no doubt that you will be accepted into the team. Anything else would be a big mistake.

Jonte, lycka till i ditt nya liv i Sverige!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation

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magicandarchery · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Are we sure it's Wednesday? I have no idea what day it is, so I'm going to trust y'all. Anyway, thanks to @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead and @firenati0n for the tags. Here's a bit from hockey fic (and if I've shared this before, no I haven't):

Alex hates that June is right and he hates even more that Nora’s data backs it up. But Alex is also stubborn and June and Nora have been wrong before and it’s just as plausible that Alex is reading far too much into everything. He consciously decides to ignore the niggling feeling in his gut that he’s not reading too much into anything at all. The call with June and Nora ends on the topic of seeing each other at Christmas and Alex swipes up his jersey from the front seat and heads into the hospital lobby. Amy is there, filling wagons with Avalanche colored teddy bears, and the handful of guys that have already gathered are with the team social media coordinator, Emily, as she hands them a stack of photo cards they can give to the kids with their autograph. Alex is in the middle of catching up with the other guys when Henry strolls into the lobby in dark blue slim-fit dress pants and a perfectly crisp white dress shirt, jersey in hand. “Only you would show up to something like this looking like you’re going into a business meeting.” Alex looks Henry up and down when he joins the growing group of players. Henry returns the favor, looking Alex over. “Yes, well, I suppose it’s better than showing up looking like a coffee house frat bro.” Alex glances down at his white sneakers and jeans, white v-neck and denim shirt with the sleeves cuffed at his forearms, and scoffs. “Rude.”

No pressure tags to: @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @wordsofhoneydew @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @getmehighonmagic @eusuntgratie and anyone else that wants to play. And if you've already posted yours, let me know so I can lose my mind over it in my reblog tags.

#wip wednesday #hockey fic #rwrb fanfic #firstprince fanfic #first prince #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox #alex x henry #rwrb #otp: on our own terms

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 4 months

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Really long headcanon post for the stuff that I’ve posted on Wattpad :3

Massachusetts:

-Mans is my height, 5'6, and he hates being bullied about being the shortest of his brothers lmao

-Is twins with New Jersey, though Jersey makes fun of him cuz he's five minutes younger

-he has reddish brown shoulder-length wavy hair and hazel eyes

-mf is built like the Dwayne Johnson though he's just missing the height

-TRANSMASC MASS SUPREMACY 🛐🛐

-this man acts all tough until the cramps come along. Then he's dead.

-doctor of the statehouse, along with Texas. He deals with sickness/illness whilst Texas deals with injuries. Though he can do both cuz we love that.

-tried learning how to make flower crowns cuz NY would always make them for everyone when they were younger. He tried his best, and he's actually kinda okay at it, so him and any will just hang out and make flower crowns.

-^he has put a spell on every single flower crown that he's ever given or received so that they never shrivel up and die

-OCD, autism, and ADHD

-loves rock, metal, and punk music. Especially FFDP (THEY HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING THAT FRICKIN' GOOD LIKE WHAT-)

-friends with the OG13 (no dip Sherlock-), Maine, Texas, and Louisiana.

-REFUSES TO ADMIT HE HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR NEW YORK. EVEN IF HE'S ACTIVELY HUGGING HIM. HE WILL DENY IT TILL THE DAY HE DIES. HE WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS DAMN KID.

-^the moment he met New York, he was filled with the urge to take him away from England immediately. He does pick favorite brothers btw. And it's New York.

-sharp lil canines like he's a friggin vampire smh

Sippi:

-he is a squishy boy and we love that <3 it just makes him better for cuddling

-he's not short, not tall, he's only 5'8.

-he's a pathetic loser tbh but we still love him

-sippi loves stuffed animals, but his favorite is a teddy bear that was given to him by New York (fun fact, teddy bears were invented in Brooklyn, and were named after the president that refused to shoot a bear!).

-he named it Mr. Cuddles, and it is the most beat up stuffed animal that he owns (as in, its ear had to be sewn back on, one of its eyes has been replaced by a button, and it has random stitches and patches all over) but he still loves it and cherishes it to this day.

-friends with (omg he has friends????) Texas, Louisiana, Florida, New York, South Carolina and Georgia

-yes yes he is but a cuddly marshmallow. Until you hurt someone he loves. Then you're dead.

-he SCREAMS whenever there's a bug. Strangely though, he likes ants, moths, and butterflies.

-mans is colorblind

-he doesn't like his squishy-ness and has tried to starve himself on numerous occasions :(

-I think that the fact that he's been owned by 3 different countries is grounds to give him abandonment issues right? Okay.

-if it weren't for his friends just simply existing, he would've been long gone by now. (same tho- I mean what?)

-I'm not gonna say he's hurt himself before, but I'm not gonna say he hasn't either 👁️👁️

-bro thinks that anybody he gets close to is gonna leave him :[

-if he gets hurt, he's not gonna bother telling anyone cuz he doesn't wanna feel like a failure for not being able to defend himself

Texas:

-this man is T A L L- he's 6'5 (not as tall as Alaska though so HA-)

-I imagine him to be very slim and fit, but he has a tiny bit of pudge around his lower stomach and hips and thighs.

-he LOVES animals so, so much. More than humans tbh.

-he has a horse (Ranger), 5 dogs (Rosco, Daisy, Cassy, Billie, and Maria. Rosco and Cassy are German Shepherds, Daisy and Billie are heelers, and Maria is a demonic chihuahua), 3 cats (Mittens, Sassy, and Milo), and 2 snakes (Spot and Harvey).

-^thats just at the statehouse. Back home, he has an animal sanctuary where he takes care of animals, takes them in, nurses them back to health, ect... It's very adorable and I love it.

-speaking of animals, he cannot, I repeat, CANNOT keep it together if an animal dies or gets hurt in a movie. Homeward Bound? Mans was not okay. Hachi? He wasn't ballin', he was bawling 😔.

-I BELIEVE IN TRANSMASC TEXAS SUPREMACY 🛐

-he still wears a binder cuz he doesn't trust the doctors to perform top surgery on him.

-ADHD for DAYS- don't give him an energy drink unless you want a 6'5 chihuahua on cocaine to be following you around.

-ADHD, autism, ocd, depression, anxiety, and ptsd. Idk if daddy issues counts, but he has those for sure.

-this bitch has fallen off of so many things that he no longer takes fall damage

-Mexico was such an asshole to poor Texas...... I wanna skin him alive :)

-Texas CANNOT handle someone raising their hand or voice at him. He can't. He will flinch and/or cry. Which he hates. Cuz he's supposed to have this reputation as the big strong Lone Star State.

-he has SH scars on his wrists, sides, and thighs. They vary from blade marks, to cigarette burns, to even scratches.

-he hates all of his scars so, so much and sees them as nothing but a sign of his weakness and inability to defend himself.

-Texas is also kinda insecure about the little bit of pudge on his lower belly, hips, and thighs. What makes it worse is that he can't really help it. Especially the stomach pudge cuz that's just where his uterus is. Does he know this? Yes. Is he still insecure? Yes.

-he often binds too long or forgets that he has his binder on until it's too late and there is severe bruising and even minor bleeding underneath the band. Along with breathing difficulties.

-^to make the breathing difficulties thing worse, he has asthma :)

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#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt massachusetts #wttsh massachusetts #wttt mississippi #wttsh mississippi #wttt texas #wttsh texas

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xx-key-xx · 7 months

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.・゜✭I gave up on my makeup routine and started a new one.・゜✭

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Hello it’s Key, your local fashionable loser <3

Now since you know where I am you get my makeup looks but if you don’t, I’m somewhere in 2001-2009 being the trashiest b*tch that I should be <3

I’ve decided to just become eerily accurate to the era of makeup that I really wanted to do, I should have done this a long time ago but just didn’t master it until now.

And without further ado, let’s get into my makeup look:

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.・゜✭ Foundation: Milani Conceal + Perfect 2-in-1 Foundation + Concealer .・゜✭

✭ Shades: Nutmeg (Summer), Amber (Winter)

✭ I did not buy the dream mousse foundation yet due to being afraid if it doesn’t fit my skin tone because I am ORANGE IN THE FACE, like idk if they had my shade yet.

✭ To be more accurate with my look I stopped wearing concealer and powder (unless I’m doing an early 2010s look) because it didn’t look right on my face anymore, but if you want to keep wearing it then you do you, boo <3

.・゜✭ Bronzer: E.l.f. Putty Bronzer .・゜✭

✭ Shade: Sunkissed

✭ Ah yes, a trashy girlies best friend if she didn’t own foundation yet.

✭ No contouring, so you just have to wing it and put so much on your face that you look perfect <3

✭ I would say, be like Christina Aguilera in her Stripped era, the Jersey Shore girlies, or any of the WWE Divas for sure.

.・゜✭ Eyebrows: Maybelline Express Brow Ultra Slim Pencil and/or Nyx Lift and Snatch Brow Pen .・゜✭

✭ Now, thin eyebrows are the KEY to your look, whether they’re fully shaven or just tweezed to your heart’s content.

.・゜✭ Eyeshadow: Covergirl Stunning Smokeys 715 Eyeshadow Palette .・゜✭

✭ My rules to makeup are ALWAYS a smokey eye with nude lip, or nude eyeshadow with black lipstick.

✭ I don’t think I’ve ever looked good with a black eyeshadow/lipstick combo unless I put on less of a smokey eye.

✭ Nude eyeshadow with normal lip gloss is perfectly fine, it reminds me of the pop girlies first era of going into their music career (ex: Rihanna’s Music of the Sun, JoJo’s, Paula DeAnda, Cassie, Christina Milian, etc.)

.・゜✭ Eyeliner: Covergirl Exhibitionist 24-Hour Kohl Eyeliner .・゜✭

✭ Eyeliner is heavily important depending on what you’re style is, whether you live in the glamorous hot topic or you just want a little on your waterline, your choice.

.・゜✭ Mascara: Maybelline Great Lash .・゜✭

✭ Everyone used to wear this all the time. Always remember, the clumpier, the better <3

.・゜✭ Lips: Basically any sweet scented lip gloss .・゜✭

✭ I rarely use lip-liners anymore and YES, I do trust people with brown lip-liners on (rock of love reference everyone.)

✭ I do recommend concealer lips but that’s just for if you want to look fashionable or not lol.

Well that’s about it for my in-depth look, I hope you enjoyed it and maybe even got some inspiration from it!

.・゜✭Always remember to let it rock ✫・゜・

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simciety-ccfinds · 2 years

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Male CC Finds (Part 1)

*I did not make this content! All custom content is credited to the creator*

I will not re-upload, convert, recolor or retexture meshes or any other content per the creators TOU (which I do read). I do not get paid by commission, website traffic, or reviews. You will be redirected to the creator's page for download instructions

I did not create these sims

Thank you & Happy Simming!

Tops

#1 - Tank Top | Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla on Patreon

#2 - Oversized T-Shirt III | Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla on Patreon

#3 - Basic Hoodie | Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla on Patreon

#4 - The Sims Resource - toksik - Strike Jersey

#5 - Washed T-Shirt | Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla on Patreon

#6 - The Sims Resource - toksik - Balae Shirt

#7 - The Sims Resource - Bomber Jacket with Rolled up Sleeves

#8 - Slim Fit Turtleneck | Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla on Patreon

#9 - Destroyed T-Shirt | Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla on Patreon

#10 - 1990's Vibes Outfit Set - Moood X Rona | RONA_SIMS on Patreon

#11 - The Sims Resource - Tuxedo Shirt with Vest

#12 - Leather Vest (darte77.blogspot.com)

#13 - High School Bomber Jacket (darte77.blogspot.com)

#14 (Careful with this one, many popups and ads) - Layered Jersey M (nitropanic.net)

#15 - Nascar Tee & EE Short and Bass Pro Shop Cap (kiegrosssims.wixsite.com)

#16 - The Sims Resource - Industrialize 3 Pack Sweatshirts

#17 - Drake shirt | amelylina on Patreon

Sets

#18 - The Sims Resource - Men FullBody Tracksuits

#19 - The Sims Resource - Men's Slim-Fit Suit - Set

#20 - The Sims Resource - Men Colorful Tracksuits

#21- SIMSIMI S4 TRACK SET (tistory.com)

#22 - pixel peeps (tumblr.com)

#23 - The Sims Resource - ChloeM-Blouse Set Male

#24 - The Sims Resource - Brandon evening

Bottoms

#25 - Slim Fit Jeans | Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla on Patreon

#26 - The Sims Resource - Belaloallure_Adam pants

#27 - The Sims Resource - Slim Fit Jeans

#28 - The Sims Resource - Men Cargo Trousers

#29 - https://tinyurl.com/2p9ea5yp

#30 - The Sims Resource - Belaloallure_Danny shorts

#31 - Jeans (darte77.blogspot.com)

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greatbigfatbellylover · 7 months

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The College Experience

Elle has always been a bigger girl. Not fat, definitely not skinny, but just BIG. She had been taller than all the boys in her grade since elementary school, and pretty much twice as broad. Who could blame her? Her father, after retiring from Olympic power lifting and her mother, a first generation Dutch immigrant, kept her and her three brother well fed. Elle’s brothers all played football, naturally on the O-line, and Elle very well could have made a fourth lineman, apart from the fact that she not only hated football, but wouldn’t be caught dead in those dreadful school jerseys. Elle was popular in high school. She was always invited to parties, always centered in whatever high school drama was going on, but was always faithful to her loving boyfriend, Ted. Ted and Elle had been dating for over a year, up until their senior year of highschool. Elle’s friends told her over and over again not to go to college with a boyfriend. They all wanted the “college experience”. Elle wasn’t so sure, until she went to her first frat party. Elle and some girlfriends went into the city and got into a frat party as seniors in high school. She saw how all the girls seemed to carefree and happy, going off with boys, coming back with that telltale smirk. Elle was sold. As much as she loved Ted, she needed to start new in college. That next morning, she broke up with Ted, much to his despair.

Three Months Later

It was finally August, and Elle was all packed and ready to go to college. Her mother had made sure to pack all of her favorite snacks to keep close by, in case she missed home. For the Elle was very grateful, snacking was one of her favorite things. When she finally arrived, her parents helped her settle in, and then left. Elle sat on her bed, but didn’t stay long. It was time to find herself a boy. Elle had a fresh slate, and a fresh mindset.

That is, until classes started.

Elle’s schedule kicked her ass sideways, up, down, and all over the place. She had so much homework that she couldn’t see straight, much less focus on boys or parties. When Elle wasn’t in class, she was in her room, studying. She started skipping meals, and slimmed down a considerable amount.

Until one day, when she was chatting with a classmate before her lecture started, an idea sprouted in her mind. Why not just study in the dining hall? There are plenty of tables to work at, and she could eat and study. It was like killing two birds with one stone! Elle also knew that she needed to swipe into the dining hall with her meal pass, but why keep swiping in when you never have leave? It was foolproof.

Elle carried out her plan the following morning. She woke up early to beat the breakfast rush, and filled her plate with eggs, bacon, toast, waffles, pancakes, and more. She filled her belly, and started to work on her computer. She worked so hard that her grumbling stomach shook her from her chair. Elle decided to fill up her plate with more breakfast food again. And again. And again. Until her belly was swollen and tight. Elle decided to take a quick Power Nap in her comfy dining hall chair.

When she woke up, it was lunch. Elle was relieved because her hunger was back with a vengeance. She served herself a few slices of pizza, a mountain of French fries, and a few cups of Pepsi. It was lunch fit for a queen. And she returned to the buffet, again. And again. And again, until her gut was so taught and full that she let out a thunderous BURP.

The dining hall went silent, as Elle turned beet red in embarrassment. She sat back down, and continued to study while gorging herself. Finally, she looked up from her study, and it was dinner. Wow, time really flies at college. It was a thanksgiving style feast, with roast Turkey, mashed potatoes, carrots, and her favorite: stuffing. Elle got in line, filled up her plate, and started to pick off of her plate as she moved down the buffet line. By the time she reached the end, her plate was empty! She made a full circle and went back to the front of the line, and filled her plate again. And again. And again. Until she was so full and satisfied, that she went straight to bed. If only someone could rub her tummy…

Elle repeated this dining hall process for the next few weeks. Her form had completely altered. Her belly ballooned into her lap, her thighs widened into tree trunks, her ass blew up behind her into a bean bag-like cushion, her tits expanded out and rested blissfully on her gut, and her arms and chins stored a cute excess of fat themselves. Elle’s trips to the buffet line were actually starting to tire her. The constant up and down walking became strenuous. If only someone could make the trip for her…

“Ahem…uh…hi, I’m Jaden. I noticed you from across the dining hall, sitting alone, and I was wondering if I could join you?”

Elle looked up from her eating frenzy, and locked eyes with the skinniest boy she had ever seen in her life. Jaden was scrawny, but was cute. He had brown fluffy hair, and cute little nose, and blue eyes. He was the quintessential skater boy, sad looking, with a few freckles. Elle blushed, instantly crushing on Jaden, and with a mouth full of food, said

“—yeah…sorry I’m chewing…sit down if you want to…”

Jaden quickly sat right next to Elle, and admired her belly. Elle caught Jaden’s eyes and was astonished to see a look of pure awe and excitement on Jaden’s face. Did he really like her belly? Elle figured that since she had gained so much weight she was completely out of anyone’s league. Their eyes met. Jaden quickly said,

“Oh! Sorry I was just…”

“No, it’s ok. You know…I think you’re kind of cute, Jaden.”

“R-really? I mean…thanks…I um…I think you’re very pretty too.”

“Jaden listen, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you come up to my room later if you promise me one thing…”

“Anything! I mean…yeah sure what is it?”

“Go get me more food!”

Jaden scrambled out of his seat to go fill another plate. He brought Elle all sorts of assorted foods, desserts, ice creams, and sodas. All to which Elle guzzled down in front of him. Jaden was in heaven.

Later that night, Elle was snacking in her bed when she heard a knock at her door. Jaden was standing right outside, Elle saw through the peep hole.

“Come in!”

Jaden opened the door and saw Elle sitting on her bed, in just a bra and her underwear. Jaden’s jaw dropped. All of his sexual fantasies were right in front of him. Elle saw the front of his pants twitch. She told him,

“Clothes off now. And come rub this belly so I can make more room for food. Then you’re going to feed me all night, and worship this belly.”

Jaden practically came on the spot.

One Month Later

Jaden and Elle kept this up daily for the next few weeks. Elle’s gargantuan belly grew and grew. Her ass and legs became so riddled with fat that it became a chore to walk, so she didn’t anymore. Emails from her professors poured in about her poor attendance. Her parents left angry voicemails about her grades, but Elle didn’t care. She had a perfect boy to feed her and please her. And he was wrapped around her chubby little finger. Elle gained so much weight that she didn’t fit on her twin bed anymore, and with Jaden’s help, relocated to her floor. They set up a nest of blankets and pillows for Elle to get comfy on.

So this was life. Elle’s college experience wasn’t one of usual nature. Instead of going out every night and getting with guys at the frats, Elle’s college experience was being fed into a food coma, and having her feeder boy toy fuck her, suck her, and rub her into a state of deep ecstasy.

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gender0bender · 8 months

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Descriptions of current and former steelworker lesbians interviewed for the book Steel closets : voices of gay, lesbian, and transgender steelworker by Anne Belay, available on the Internet Archive

Transcript:

Erin, interviewed in January 2010. A bit sloping in the shoulders and tentative in her demeanor. She wore an embroidered V-neck sweater. Probably in her early fifties.

Fern, interviewed on January 29, 2010. She was a slim Asian woman with short, spiked hair and a ready, flirtatious smile. Though tiny, she had a butch swag- ger to her walk and told stories revealing an intense pride in her work. I would guess she was in her mid-thirties.

Gail, interviewed on January 25, 2010. She is a short, stocky woman with neat gray hair. She wore blue jeans and a denim shirt advertising ISG (International Steel Group, the former owner of her mill). She had a warm smile and laughing eyes, and loved to tell stories. She was about sixty.

Harriet, interviewed on April 10, 2010. She is mixed Indian and Mexican, and very butch. She had black, feathered hair, and seemed to be in her late forties. Her boots and leather jacket had many zippers.

Isabel, interviewed in June 2010. Younger (mid-twenties) than most of the nar- rators, with a presentation somewhere between hipster and goth. She was skinny, with hair partly black and partly hot pink. Clearly not comfortable in Northwest Indiana, she fantasized about moving elsewhere.

23. Wanda, interviewed on January 26, 2011. She wore a scrupulously butch tie, sweater, and hat, along with a Bluetooth. She was a dark-complected black woman with no visible hair. Her handshake and manner of sitting established butch domi- nance immediately, as did her sideways, knowing smile. I would guess she was in her mid to late thirties.

Xena, interviewed January 31, 2011, at her home. She wore a Steelers jersey over a thermal shirt and smoked constantly. She had a dry sense of humor and a butch presentation. She had iron gray hair. Probably in her mid-forties.

Carmen, interviewed in March 2011. In her fifties, she is a black woman with dreadlocks, who has some scarring from a burn accident at the mill. She was very reserved and held her lower jaw tensely.

Danielle, interviewed on April 25, 2011. She is a big woman, with long, straight, almost stringy hair. She wore glasses and dressed casually but with lots of makeup.

Janis, interviewed July 20, 2011, at a restaurant. She wore the jacket of union electrical workers and identified as a strong union supporter. Blonde and fit, in her fifties, she had a lively demeanor, but she refused to be recorded.

Kate, interviewed in August 2011, at a bar. Relaxed and funny, she loved to talk and was full of stories about the area, the mill, family, and life. She carried herself with confidence and had a physical presence. She had medium-length gray-blonde hair.

Lupe, interviewed September 18, 2011, at a bar. She was fairly boxy in build, with short black hair and butch mannerisms. Though she was in her mid-forties, there was something very boyish and innocent about her.

Marie, interviewed October 19, 2011, at a coffee shop in Pittsburgh. She was an older woman, many years beyond the steel mill, which showed in her body and demeanor. She had medium length hair, wore jewelry and a blazer, and was prob- ably in her sixties. When she discussed her life as a steelworker, memories began to flood back, and a butch attitude accompanied them.

#lgbt #steelworkers #lgbt writing #lesbian writing #lesbians #working class lesbians #steel closets #my uploads

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twopoppies · 2 years

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I'm curious! So can you share your favorites h&l's outifts from tour?

Hi love. Hmmm. Okay, let me think about that for a minute.

I love Louis in Fred Perry in particular, but the racing stripes, the slim fit, and the zip neck made this one chef's kiss.

I'm always happy to get a break from football jerseys and see him in something a bit more sharp. He also looks fantastic in black.

I loved this punk version of a smiley face T. It's the perfect vibe for him.

I didn't love a lot of what he wore on tour, but some of his "off stage" outfits were fantastic. I loved everything about this retro warmup jacket from his Dork photoshoot.

Despite the fact that the glasses make him look like one of the three blind mice, I loved this whole fit. He just looks comfortable, sexy, and chic.

Again, you can't miss with the punk vibes in an oversized black T shirt.

Some of my favorite Harry looks were off stage as well, particularly this immaculate look from the My Policeman Q&A. I love absolutely everything about it.

His arrival outfit at The Venice Film Festival was also perfection. He just gives off movie star on vacation vibes.

This look from the BBC Live Lounge will forever be a favorite (especially singing Wet Dream). The colors, the wide belt, the ultra wide-legged jeans you can't really see in this photo... 70s sexiness.

I don't think anything he's worn on tour can top the playfulness of this look. It's so, so good.

I've really disliked the fit of most of the leather pants he's worn this tour, but this particular outfit fit really well and just looked clean and sexy. Plus, I love him in sequins.

I know this is a really weird choice. He looks like a candy cane. But he's also giving off such Freddie Mercury vibes that I just love it so much.

God bless @louiswearbook and @harryfashionarchive for being so organized and identifying all of these looks night after night.

#fave outfit #king of fashion #fashion icon harry

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heraheir · 7 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUSE

Name: Camilo Alejandro Cruz

Deity Connection: Champion of Hera

Nickname(s): Cammy

Age: 20

Date of Birth: December 12

Religion: N/A

Place of Birth: Houston, TX

Race / Ethnicity: Mexican and Italian - German

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

FAMILY

Father: Hector Cruz

Mother: Maria Cruz

Siblings: Thalia, Edward, Ricardo

Children: None

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 150lbs

Build: Slim- Athletic

Hair Color: Black, brown highlights

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Usual Expression: Bright with a room lightning smile.

Tattoos: None

Piercings: none

Clothing style - He has a mixture of flamboyant and masculine styles. Often sheer or see through tops or crop tops mixed with blue jeans. Or polo shirts or jerseys complemented with booty hugging shorts. He is very fond of his shoes, he will always be in a pair of Air Jordans, Nikes, or Chuck Tyalors.

Distinguishing Features: Soft Boyish Looks, Bright and Innocent Smile.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Nurturing and Kind

Negative Traits: Passive and Emotional

Hobbies & Interests: Medicine, Gardening, Swimming, Writing, Music

Sleeping habits: He tends to wake up early in the morning no matter how late he goes to sleep. And when he has the opportunity, he loves to shower before bed because he doesn't sleep well if he has the dirt of the day on him, or enjoy the cool breeze of the night.

Living Arrangements: Hera's Cabin

Position: Bottom

BIOGRAPHY

He grew up in a upper middle class family, where he didn't want for much but his family still worked hard to maintain everything that they had.

He was always a outgoing kid, but he was never one that was wild and playful like most boys - he was someone that would tend to gardens, cook, clean, and things that the girls or women did, it often pissed his father off, because he wanted all of his son's to be tough - but his eldest brother and his mother always protected him from his father's traditional viewpoints.

His school life was very fun for him, because he was popular and fit in with a lot of the crowds - he was cool and laid back, so he could fit in with the popular crowd or those that didn't care to be seen or recognized.

He got his first boyfriend in high school and it was a big deal, because he was captain of the lacrosse team and his boyfriend captain of the football team - they were the couple of the year. But little did Cammy know was the cheer captain was sleeping with his boyfriend... everyone knew. And it wasn't until a high school party that he found out. Embarrassed, hurt, and scorned Cammy wanted to act out and do something dangerous - but he felt a presence... a Godly presence that stopped him and told him to move on.

It wasn't another two years when he felt that presence... when he was in the same situation, he had forgive said boyfriend, but he was back dealing with his infidelity and this time he was about to show his boyfriend and the mistress his wrath - but before he could he was met by Hera. And she told him that she was picking him to be her Champion.

Leading him to head towards the camp to learn how to fully be a Champion or whatever that meant.

TBC.....

#Cammy

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