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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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If you want, can you please write something like tangerine and reader getting ready for bed together and then going to sleep? I always love to read tangerine fics before sleep so this would be perfect. If not it’s totally fine and thank you anyway!! Also I love your writing sm, definitely someone who’s posts Im always excited to see. 💌

I adore stuff like this!! AAA stop you’re making me blush🥹 thank you so so much! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

get ready for bed (tangerine x f!reader)

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warnings || none, just fluff & cursing

a/n || idk if it’s a british thing or a family thing, but ‘shouting’ is sometimes used as endearment, so any ‘yelling’ and swearing in this is purely out of love😭

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“Oh my god! Come here.” You excitedly call out to your boyfriend.

“One bloody minute, I’m having a piss.” Tangerine replies from the ensuite bathroom. “Yeah?” He runs through to you standing by the bedroom window.

“Did you wash your hands?” Looking him up and down.

“Yeah.” He smiles.

“No, you didn’t. Go wash them.” You instruct, pushing him back into the bathroom.

“Alright, mum.” He groans while reluctantly washing them.

He returns showing you his now clean hands. “Better?”

“Yes, now come here.” You say, pulling his arm so he could be closer. “Look at that.” You point to the sky.

“What am I looking at?” His eyes darting around.

Holding the sides of his head, angling his face so he could see what you see. “The moon, look at it. Ain’t it nuts?” You smile.

“That’s the moon?” His eyes widen. “Fucking hell.”

“I know! And look, there’s Jupiter and there’s Saturn.” You point out on the glass.

“Fuck off! Really?” He says in almost disbelief.

“I know!”

“How do you know that?” He asks, looking to face you.

“Magic.” You smirk. “Bath or shower?” You ask.

“Shower?”

“I want a bath.”

He groans at your request.

“Oh come on, you love them. You know you love the bubbles and candles.” You say almost like you’re trying to bride a child.

The sides of his moustache twitch up as he faintly smiles. “Fine.”

“Be a dear and run it for me, I’ll get some wine and grapes.” Kissing his cheek, rushing downstairs to the kitchen. Collecting two glasses and a chilled bottle from the fridge. Washing a couple bunches of grapes in a bowl before running back up the stairs.

When you enter the bathroom you see Tan’s sweet attempts at decorating. Smiling at his thoughtful actions, looking around the room. Eyes widening at the mirror. He had written ‘I love you’ in lipstick. “Uh- that was a Chanel lipstick.” You chuckle.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

“You’re very sweet.” You say, looking at the candles surrounding the rose petal bubble bath.

“Mi lady.” He jests, extending a hand to help you into the bath.

“Why thank you.” Placing your hand in his.

Shrugging off your dressing gowns, both stepping into the bath. “Fucking hell that’s hot.” He groans. Look at that, a broody contract killer fazed by some hot water.

“You baby.” You tease.

You had spent the forty or so minutes chatting and relaxing, helping each other wash before deciding to get out.

Tan got out first, wrapping a towel around his lower half before helping you out of the bath. Drying you off and leading you into the bedroom. Standing in your towels as you search through the dressers.

“Can we wear these?” You ask, holding matching frog pyjama bottoms.

“What about these?” He questions, pointing to another pair of matching pyjama bottoms. They were the ones you got him for Christmas, they were grey with tangerine illustrations printed all over them.

“Yes!” You gush. “Can I borrow this? Thanks.” Picking up one of his t-shirts, not giving him chance to answer. Helping each other dress.

You do your skincare while Tan dries his hair sitting at the edge bed. Once you’re finished, you sit in front of him on the floor, silently asking him to dry yours too. He doesn’t hesitate, gently combing through your hair before drying it.

When he finishes you thank him with a kiss.

Pumping some moisturiser onto your hands, you gently swipe some onto his face, patting around his eyes as you smile at each other.

Walking into the bathroom, rinsing your toothbrushes so that Tan could squeeze some toothpaste onto them. Brushing your teeth together as you mumbled an incoherent conversation.

“I’ll go lock up.” He says with a smile, kissing your forehead.

“Ooh! Get me water, would ya?” You ask cutely before he could get too far.

“Eh? Can’t hear you.” He says halfway down the stairs.

“Water.” You yell out from the bathroom, sitting on the toilet.

Finishing up in the bathroom, washing your hands before jumping into bed.

Snuggling yourself under the covers and kicking your feet under the duvet to warm it up. Your beautiful boyfriend returns with a smile and two bottles of water.

“You did hear me?” You warmly say.

“No? These are mine.” He jokes before throwing a bottle to you.

“Har har.” You sarcastically laugh. “But thank you.” Exhaling after taking a sip.

Tangerine slumps into bed bedside you, pulling you close under the covers. Using the remote he dims the bedside lamps. “You’re so pretty.” He said sweetly.

“Shut up.” You shy away, hiding a grin.

“You are.” Snuggling into you and kissing your forehead.

Rolling yourself over resting your back against his chest, kissing his arm sweetly as he pulls you closer into him.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“Goodnight, I love you more.” Reaching his head around to kiss your cheek.

“Not possible.” You quietly say, snuggling his arm as you both drift off to sleep.

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dakotakazansky · 1 year

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A Million Nights • One

Huge Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for creating the photo for this. I love you so much!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of drunk drivers, wrecks, hospitals.

Word Count: 1.8k

The day started off like it always did, same mundane Navy job, and after the day's work, another night spent at the Hard Deck. That’s where Bradley Bradshaw had met his now fiancee, Lieutenant Gunner “P.A.” Savage. Gunner was an Aviation Machinist’s Mate. While she loved being on the flight line, fixing engines wasn’t what she thought she’d be doing for the next 4 years. Her head was always up in the clouds and night sky, but she’d missed the age range to be a Naval Pilot, so working on the jets was the next best thing for her.

After a particularly rough day, she ended her night once again at the Hard Deck, drinking the stress of the day away. Her bright ice blue eyes dulled the more she drank, while her jet black hair found its way down her back by the end of the night, the tightly wrapped military bun had become a thing of the past.

Not paying attention to the world around her, Gunner eventually danced her way right into none other than Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, who had his hands full of beers for his squad buddies. Now feeling the cold sticky liquid on her back, Gunner whipped around to face Bradley. The man was wearing a god awful Hawaiian print buttoned down shirt, with a skin tight white t-shirt underneath. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Gunner squeaked out, “I wasn’t watching where I was!”

Bradley chuckled, “Here you might need this.” He said as he pulled off the Hawaiian print shirt, and handed it to Gunner. “Oh uhm, thanks. Stay here! I’ll be right back!” Gunner said as she ran off to the bathroom to remove the now sticky shirt. She pulled on Bradley’s shirt, buttoned the third button down before rolling the rest of the shirt up, and tying it in the front as a crop top. She made her way back over to where she had left Bradley.

“Oh you listened.” Surprise filled her voice seeing Bradley in the spot she left him. “I mean it’s not every day that an insanely pretty girl dances her way into your beers.” Gunner laughed lightly, “I wouldn’t say insanely pretty, but thank you…” She trailed off, not knowing his name.

“Rooster.” He said.

“Well if we’re going by callsigns then, I’m P.A.” she replied to the just over 6ft man, with honey brown hair and eyes to match. She debated how much she would be able to handle the ferret that adorns his upper lip.

“P.A. huh, what does that really stand for?” Rooster questioned her.

Shyly she mutters back, now embarrassed, “It stands for Party Animal. I might have a reputation around here.”

His eyes widen in realization, “Wait, you’re the infamous Party Animal I��ve heard about around here?”

She cringes before scrubbing her face, “Please for the love of god, tell me you are fucking joking.” Bradley starts laughing, “Don’t worry Honey, I’m definitely joking with you.” He gets soberly serious for a split second, “Or am I?” He busts out laughing once more. Gunner can’t help but laugh herself, “Oh now I know you’re actually just fucking with me.”

Her hand extends out to him, “I’m Gunner. Gunner Savage.” the strong grasp of his hand is now on hers shaking it, “I’m Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Here I thought my parents hated me by naming me Gunner Savage, and you’re out here walking around as Brad Brad. Wow what peas in a pod we are.” She says, chuckling. “Can I grab you more beers?”

“Of course you can Honey, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t allow the pretty lady to buy my drinks.” He says back confidently.

That night, sparked something in the both of them, and they really had become two peas in a pod together. Bradley’s friends immediately warmed up to her, and accepted her as one of their own. She eventually got assigned to be the lead mechanic for Bradley’s squadron as well. Every night ended the same, after working with the squadron, Gunner and the squad all went out for drinks. It became tradition for them, until the day where Bradley, Phoenix, and Bob got orders. They were needed for a mission, and Bradley had to leave his fiancee in the care of Jake, and the rest of the squadron.

“How long are you going to be gone again?” Gunner had asked, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid that if she spoke any louder, sobs would break the dam that she was holding in place so well. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Zesty citrus, with cedarwood overtook her senses for a moment.

“Only 3 months Honey, The time will fly by, and I’ll be back before you know it.” He said, trying to reassure his fiancee. He rested his head gently atop of hers, holding her small stature to him, and swaying softly from side to side.

Gunner held on to him as tightly as she could for as long as she could. “You’re gonna come back to me in one piece right?” She questions him.

“Honey, you know I’m going to try my hardest, but I can’t promise that.” He replies burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent as well, soft delicate apples flood his senses.

The loud garbled sound of the PA System screamed out, letting the sailors and pilots know it was time to say their final goodbyes, and start boarding. One more really tight hug, and a promise to behave for Jake and the rest of Roo’s squad, and Roo himself was boarding the carrier, with Natasha, and Bob.

Gunner stood on the dock until she could no longer see the carrier in the distance. Night had fallen by that point, and the stars were out in the clear sky. She climbed into Bradley’s Bronco, and drove it home. For the next 3 months anywhere she went, was in that Bronco, as it made her feel that much closer to Roo.

Jake, Javy and the rest of the squadron kept up the tradition of working the entire day, then meeting at the Hard Deck when the work day was over to let off steam.

2 Months and 29 days later, they were still enjoying their night out. Gunner chose to only have one drink, calming that party animal within, so that she could really party tomorrow when Rooster got home. “Hey guys I’m gonna head out, I’m kind of tired.” She said to the group before hugging them all and leaving to get into her car, since she was having the bronco detailed for Bradley’s return.

Gunner always messaged Jake when she got home, but tonight 10 minutes later, the time that it took for her to get home, Jake never got the message. He jumped into his truck and followed Gunner’s route home. 5 minutes into the drive his phone started to ring, as he pulled up onto what looked like a gruesome crash site.

“Hello.” He answered as he slowed down to the traffic that was around this accident. “Is this Mr. Seresin?” The voice on the other end of the line that was Gunner’s spoke. “Y-yes” he stuttered out, clapping his hand over his mouth. “Ms. Savage was in a car wreck-“ the voice said, but Jake cut him off, “I’m here, about 5 cars back.” In no time Jake’s truck was ushered up to the mangled mess that is now Gunner’s car.

“Her Fiance is due home tomorrow, I’m her contact when he’s deployed.” Jake rambled out jumping into the ambulance with Gunner and the paramedics. The ride to the hospital was pure silence aside from the paramedics talking and keeping track of her vitals.

She was immediately taken into Surgery and then was placed in an ICU room to recover. Jake stayed by her side, while Javy waited outside. Jake now had to do the hardest thing imaginable, he had to call Bradley and tell him that his fiancée was in a wreck, and now in a Coma. He paced the room before deciding to call the emergency line on the ship. He spoke to the commanding admiral aboard, and they rushed Bradley back via Helicopter.

An hour or two later, Bradley rushed into the room with a nurse in tow behind him. “What happened?!” He quietly shouted to Jake after the nurse ushered them out into the hallway.

“She said she was tired, and decided to drive home. She was sober, you know I wouldn’t let her drink and drive and ruin her career with the Navy.” Jake paused, gasping out a sob, “They said a drunk driver blew a stop sign, and t-boned her, tossing her car over a few times.”

For the first time Bradley broke down in front of Jake. His body wracked with sobs, learning the news of his fiancée, his future wife. He raced back into the room, with Jake behind him, and he took a seat in the chair next to the bed.

“Honey what happened?” He said softly to the comatose woman in front of him, “We’ve had a million nights just like this, what happened?” The tears poured down his face as he remained planted into that seat.

A few days later the Daggers had convinced Bradley to go home, shower, and change, and that Nat will stay with Gunner, until he returns. It took almost 2 hours of convincing before Bradley budged.

Jake drove him home and led him into the house. Jake sat in the living room while Bradley quickly made his way to the bathroom to shower, just wanting to get back to his fiancée already. He completely bypassed everything. It was only then after his shower that he saw what was laying out on the bed. The loud sob that the man released shocked Jake so much that he ran into the room.

There stood Bradley in fresh clothing, sobbing, his hand over his mouth, looking down at the tiny article of clothing on the bed. As Jake approached his heart shattered for the future Bradshaw’s. There was a onesie laying on the bed, that in the cutest script font, said “Daddy’s little copilot.” Jake gasped, “She’s…” Bradley finished his statement, “Pregnant.”

They both rushed back to the hospital. Running through the hospital to get back to her room as quickly as possible. Nat left as soon as they got back, making her way back out to the rest of the Dagger’s in the waiting area. Bradley quickly pressed the call light on the bedside remote. The doctor came in with the nurse, and Bradley told them they had found a onesie in the house, and asked to see if the baby was okay.

They agreed and left to go get the equipment needed to verify if the pregnancy was still viable. Bradley leaned over the bed pressing a soft tender kiss to Gunner’s forehead. “Honey, it was never supposed to happen this way, please come back to me, I still need you.” He choked out another sob, before placing another soft kiss to her forehead.

Part 2

Tagging some people who might be interested:

@mayhemmanaged @roosterforme @startrekfangirl2233 @desert-fern @roostette @cassiemitchell @sarahsmi13s @lavenderbradshaw @lovinglyeternal @bradleybeachbabe @thedroneranger @cherrycola27 @twsssmlmaa @bobby-r2d2-floyd @that-one-random-writer @horseshoegirl @footprintsinthesxnd

#controlled chaos squad #callsign loki #callsign-loki #bradley bradshaw imagines #bradley Bradshaw x oc #jake seresin #top gun #top gun imagines #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagines #pregnancy #engaged

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sunlitmcgee · 6 months

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Lists of Merch Ideas for Hatchetfield Fans

this is a non-conclusive list of random ideas I have for merch related to the Hatchetfield series that i think would be Pretty Darn Neato. If anyone wants to add on, feel free. If you wanna screenshot or link to this post on like Twitter or Insta or anywhere the Team may see, go ahead, it'd be funny. I slept in until 1 pm today and am not fully awake so please bear with me here

LiB Pronoun Pins: There are a lotta queer little buds n bobbles in this fandom. I'm sure many of them would happily fork over 10~ bucks for a little pin of Blinky saying "My pronouns are He/Him!" Maybe an extra 2 or 3 if you give a custom pronouns option so people with niche neos can get one, too.

Blinky's Hoodie: it looks soft and has a fluffy belly and is very gender. nuff said.

Perky's Buds T-shirt: with a very friendly dog on the front with tig ol bitties. or alternatively, the design with a tig bitty lady riding a joint.

Pete Spanksoffski Mug: with text that reads "I HAVE BEEN WAITING A VERY LONG TIME FOR MY HOT CHOCOLATE" or just "I HAVE BEEN WAITING A VERY LONG TIME" to slightly shorten it.

LiB art prints: These could either be artwork based on the human forms in Nerdy Prudes OR! preferably for Me, something more along the lines of the drawing of Tinky in that one Nightmare Time episode where he's a big goat monster with clocks on his horns and stuff. I'd buy some posters of each lord in that kind of style. it'd be fun. very very gender. maybe with a bit of text of their titles in a banner on the bottom too idk

#hatchetfield #team starkid #nerdy prudes must die #nightmare time

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usafphantom2 · 6 months

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U-2 pilot recalls when a Soviet submarine nearly fired a nuclear torpedo at a US Navy ship almost escalating Cuban Missile Crisis into World War III

A U-2 pilot tells a scary story that took place during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Built in complete secrecy by Kelly Johnson and the Lockheed Skunk Works, the original U-2A first flew in August 1955. Early flights over the Soviet Union in the late 1950s provided the president and other US decision makers with key intelligence on Soviet military capability.

SR-71 T-Shirts

CLICK HERE to see The Aviation Geek Club contributor Linda Sheffield’s T-shirt designs! Linda has a personal relationship with the SR-71 because her father Butch Sheffield flew the Blackbird from test flight in 1965 until 1973. Butch’s Granddaughter’s Lisa Burroughs and Susan Miller are graphic designers. They designed most of the merchandise that is for sale on Threadless. A percentage of the profits go to Flight Test Museum at Edwards Air Force Base. This nonprofit charity is personal to the Sheffield family because they are raising money to house SR-71, #955. This was the first Blackbird that Butch Sheffield flew on Oct. 4, 1965.

In October 1962, the U-2 photographed the buildup of Soviet offensive nuclear missiles in Cuba, touching off the Cuban Missile Crisis.

The fear of World War III

As a result of the Cuban Crisis the fear of World War III was on everyone’s mind. The island of Cuba just 90 miles from Florida had installed nuclear missiles capable of reaching the US.

On Oct. 23, 1962, I remember my father telling my mother to go to the commissary and buy as much food as possible. At that time we were living in Texas at Carswell Air Force Base (AFB). Dad, Butch Sheffield said as he was leaving, to fly the B-58 Hustler bomber on red alert.

U-2 print

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Buddy Brown, one of only 12 men in the world that flew both of U-2 and the SR-71

Seven years later we were living at Beale AFB and Buddy Brown was our neighbor. He was one of the only 12 men in the world that flew both of U-2 and the SR-71. The following is an interview by Buddy Brown given ten years ago to Oakridger.

‘Now let me say something about that Cuban Missile Crisis. This is probably as close as this nation has ever come to being in World War III,’ Brown began. ‘When I say close, it was probably about that far from pushing a button to launch a nuclear torpedo,’ he stated, as he gestured with two of his fingers only a few inches apart.

The crew of a Soviet submarine thought that World War III had started

‘I was at a 50-year thing at George Mason University about a year ago, and they were celebrating (the 50th anniversary of) the Cuban Missile Crisis. Since I was one of the pilots, they had me talk to the group there about that. I sat next to Sergei Khrushchev — (Soviet Premier Nikita) Khrushchev’s son — who was around 30 years old during the Cuban Missile Crisis and is now a professor at Brown University. But he was telling us that the Soviets had some diesel subs inside the line there in case nuclear war started.

The story of Buddy Brown, the U-2 pilot that took part to O Club parties wearing fake bad teeth to joke about the ozone level effect on U-2 drivers

Buddy Brown in front of an SR-71 Blackbird Mach 3 spy plane

‘Well this one person running the submarine thought we were, in fact, at war — because they didn’t have any contact,’ Brown recalled. ‘They had a bunch of naval ships out there and, fortunately, somebody with a cooler brain stopped him from doing that — but he was about three inches from pushing and launching one of those nuclear torpedoes at one of our naval ships out there.’ He paused and stated: ‘Now that would have started it right there.’ The Soviets had, in Cuba, about sixty 1-megaton weapons that were ready to go. Cruise missiles and a few other things.’

1 MEGAton nuclear weapons

Brown concludes;

Former U-2 pilot tells the story of the Soviet submarine that almost fired a nuclear torpedo at a US Navy ship during the Cuban Missile Crisis

Soviet submarine B-59, forced to the surface by US Naval forces in the Caribbean near Cuba.

‘To make a comparison, the ones that they set off during World War II at Hiroshima and Nagasaki was about 15 kt (kiloton) — now we’re talking about 1 MEGAton and they were going to use them. Well, fortunately, none of that happened and it ended up that we didn’t go to war; but it was probably the closest this nation has ever been.’

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Twitter Page Habubrats SR-71 and Facebook Page Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

Photo credit: U.S. Air Force, CIA and U.S. Navy

@Habubrats71 via X

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aclaywrites · 1 month

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Oh Lordy this is a saga. For a super duper long time I didn’t care and just wore whatever. Jeans and t-shirts , it was the 70s and early 80s. I remember a pair jeans I had with rainbows on the back pockets, and a long sleeved ocean pacific shirt that everyone made fun of because they said it was a knockoff and not a real OP but it totally was. I had long hair that I didn’t cut and didn’t even pull back and it just hung around my face like Carrie. In 8th grade I got totally into wearing headbands and had 4 or 5 including one that was puffy and red like a ring of Saturn around my forehead. I can only assume this is the costume of a girl who isn’t interested in getting boys to like her, though it wasn’t that conscious in my mind just yet.

The last time I switched schools was 1985, just before my junior year. That’s also the summer I met Jessie and saw the Hunger, so it was time for a change. We went goth/punk 1980s Oklahoma style. I remember three wardrobe standouts: a pair of ballet flats with hieroglyphs on them, a black sweatshirt I cut the collar off, flash dance style and would wear over everything, and a tight, short skirt that was one continuous print of that 50s photo of people watching a 3D movie. I wore that until all the elastic went out and I couldn’t keep it on my ass any more 😂

Jessie and I split up when i went to college. I stopped dying and crimping my hair and let it grow out long again over the course of some years. I stopped trying to hard to be alternative looking, but I still liked black clothes, lots of ruffles and layers. Legit I had a black velvet cloak I wore when it was cold. I had a barrette shaped like a bat and used it to pull my hair back, on the days I didn’t braid it and pin it up Masterpiece Theater style. Dress like this and go sit in a tree and read Jane Eyre with zero irony. WHY DONT LESBIANS WANT TO DATE ME?!! 🤣🤣🤣

When I started teaching in the early 90s I had to go to the (thrift) store and buy adult looking clothes. Lots of jumpers (American meaning) and cardigans. This evolved into dresses and cardigans, I liked short waists, big skirts, no buttons, and a pair of Birkenstock Mary Jane’s which I still own. My off work style was kind of similar. Dresses and skirts and cardigans. I started wearing more colors, but it was still boho chic. Linen, velvet, the occasional Indian find with mirrors embroidered onto it. I cut my hair into the curly bob I wore for the next 20something years and continued to have very few dates.

After my kid was born and I was a stay at home mom, I let my hair grow again and plan to keep it long. It’s easiest for me, and I like the way it looks. I still prefer dresses and skirts, natural fabrics. I still only shop at thrift stores, and am interested only in pleasing myself, so I love to find odd pieces. I started wearing scarves around 2007 and now they’re a part of my look to an almost ridiculous degree (my kid was teasing me about thrift shopping the other day and said ‘yeah you gotta go to every one! What if you miss a scarf!) but I don’t care because they’re gorgeous and warm and dress up an outfit and frame my face while hiding my old-lady wattle 😂

One of the moms on car duty the other day was dropping off her daughter and gave me a long appraising look, then said critically “What does your husband have to say about the way you dress?” I was so shocked all I could say is “Mr Frizzle loves it.”

#lesbian queries #lesbian query of the day #lesbian #lesbian history #lesbian fashion #80s fashion #gay shit #herstory #lesbian art #high femme #magic school bus

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robinsnest2111 · 11 months

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Here's the promised Def Leppard/Mötley Crüe concert experience post <3

Under a read more because I don't want to hit any of you with this giant wall of text, videos and photos without any way to skip past lol

I arrived at the venue with time to spare, saw many people in just black bandshirts (for comfort which I totally get. Not everyone's as extra as me who dresses up like he's Mick Mars' stunt double in the 80s lol)

I sadly had to throw away my umbrella. It wasn't allowed inside the pit. I get it, hazard and whatnot. The 4€ fee to have someone look after it and only a half hour window to get it back after the concert ended seemed not worth it for a cheap umbrella so buying a new one on monday it is.

I got myself a shirt as soon as I got in. The choices were not great, gotta admit. Mötley Crüe seem to be going for some japanese-esque Samurai-inspired graphic for their new era (felt like an Iron Maiden copy-ish thing to me, not my thing)

The rest of the black shirts were meh, either too plain or prominently featuring John 5. The only shirt with Mick on it was a pale pink and was 5 bucks more expensive than everything else. All shirts and tank tops, both for Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard, were 45 bucks each (rip my June budget fr), bandanas were 25 bucks, basecaps and limited edition signed prints 35 bucks, etc. The Mötley keychains were all sold out by the end of the night, else I would've gotten one of those. My Iron Maiden keychain from 2018 is looking a bit worn and I would've loved to have a new one but oh well. I can still try and DIY one myself. I wanna get more into bleach-painting and patch making and embroidery anyway so it'd be great practice!

I had a t-shirt and tank top by the end of the night lol

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After the initial shirt purchase I still had ample time for a toilet break (and a sip of free sink water) after almost 2 hours of travel time and found a nice space in the crowd somewhere in the middle distance from where I could see most of the action on stage.

A local rock radio station did the pre-gig music entertainment. I also met 2 nice dudes who are in a band called Nathanael and play Victorian folk metal! They handed me their business card and I will definitely check them out as soon as I can, maybe even go to one of their gigs soon?

Between the rock radio station signing off and the start of the actual gigs they played some other songs to keep the crowd entertained, Fox On The Run by The Sweet among others! A personal mini highlight 🦊💕

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Mötley Crüe was up first and they took their sweet time to actually get on stage.

There was a pretty long classical music piece playing before their proper intro sequence.

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The official start was supposed to be around 6.30 pm but they got on stage at sometime around 7.30pm? My inner punctuality freak was not amused but it is what it is lol

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I loved the song selection, knew almost all of them but had trouble singing along for reasons other than my Swiss cheese brain. Not sure if it was intentional or just very unluckily adjusted speakers but most of what I heard of the songs was the droning of the subwoofers. Most of Vince's vocals and a bit of Nikki's bass, John's guitar and Tommy's drums were drowned out by the reverb of the sound system and the overwhelming boom of the speakers. Kinda disappointing. It also rendered the audio of most of the videos I filmed during their set useless. But ah well.

As this was my first time seeing Mötley Crüe on stage I have no idea if it's a common thing for the sexy dancer ladies to have their own mics and sing some of Vince's parts? It didn't matter much due to the aforementioned "subwoofer drowning out most of the sound" issue lol

And how could I forget the tits cam zooming in on the crowd, at dear Tommy's request. I guess if you're famous enough you can simply ask to see your fans' tits and most of them happily oblige. I've never seen so many tits out in the wild/on the big screens, it was strange. But it firmly cemented just how wildly asexual I am. Although I am capable of appreciating some nice boobies from an aesthetic point of view no problem, they don't do anything for me beyond that haha

Strangely, the only song the audio was fine on was Home Sweet Home. I really wish I could've heard more of Vince's voice in the other songs like that :')

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John 5's formal intro was an almost 2 minutes long guitar solo, not sure how to feel about that. Like yes, he's good, he has the skills, but. Eh.

(Loved the violin bow on guitar strings intro to Kickstart My Heart tho, that was kinda cool :P)

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Nikki and Vince introducing their older more well known songs with "Wanna hear more of our old shit?" rubbed me the wrong way? On the other hand Nikki said the band loves Germany (he even waved the German flag on stage) and loves the crowd so, eh. I guess I'm a weenie and that's just how they are haha

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Also got a little sad about them changing some of the lyrics to Smoking In The Boys Room (from "my buddies Sixx, Mick and Tom" to "my buddies Sixx, 5 and Tom") and the caricature and logo on the screens near the end of their set featuring John 5 instead of Mick. I wasn't quick enough to get a photo because the sadness of a new Mick-less Crüe era hit me full force in that moment. Can't help that my brain is hyperfixating on Mick Fucking Mars and that I missed him dearly all night long :'))))))

At least they didn't cut him out of any of the 80s footage video edits playing on the big screens during some songs. It would've been pretty asshole-ish if they did. Like completely erasing him from their band history.

On a lighter note: Vince introducing Nikki as his brother, who he has known for over 40 years, and their little in-sync swaying back and forth with the mic stand and bass respectively moment with them laughing and talking and exchanging smiles and grins was super cute :') <3

Also Tommy receiving a small bouquet of roses, smiling, and then proceeding to stuff them down the front of his pants lmao

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And that was that for Mötley Crüe

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A little break in-between, enough time for another trip to the loo and afterwards sip some more water from the sink like an animal (not gonna pay anything over 5€ for a puny little cup of water from the overpriced beverage stands, no sir)

Def Leppard were in another league compared to Mötley Crüe! Their sound was PERFECT. Very harmonic, powerful, you could hear everyone SO WELL!!! None of the pesky subwoofer problem the Crüe had, and they all looked like they had so much fun!!! I'm not as well-versed with Def Leppard's discography and all the band members (yet), but everyone looked great in their stage outfits! The lights and background videos were so nice too!!!

And they played the 2 songs I do know (Foolin' and Pour Some Sugar On Me)

but also a bunch of songs from the album they worked on during the worst of the pandemic years. Which also sounded very good!!! I'm actually considering buying that new album if I see it out in the wild for a decent price.

The background video montage for Photograph was so adorable with all the pictures from the band's history, from the late 70s to present day. They were all such adorable babies back then and seeing all the photos gave me the same warm fuzzies as looking at old band photos and candid shots online does <333

Very much a 180 to Mötley Crüe in every regard, Joe Elliott thanked us in German and English, and told us the band loves us <33

I might actually try to get more into Def Leppard now that I've seen how awesome they are on stage <33

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The crowd for Def Leppard was a little older and less rowdy, a very welcome change. Still a bunch of almost blackout drunk people, sloshing their beer everywhere and bumping into everyone around them. One major thing I dislike about bigger concerts tbh.

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I also got a bunch of compliments on my hair, make up, and outfit throughout the evening <3

Even got called Nikki (and Mick, after informing people of my style influence) a few times lol

A couple older folks said they admired my style and that you don't see many people like me anymore and that I should keep doing my thing because it's so cool to see :')<333

[Some comments bordered on some icky misogynistic topics tho, like "oh girls nowadays are too prissy and not as cool and rock-n-roll and bold and rough-and-tumble as they were in the 80s/like you", etc.

And yes, I let everyone think I'm a girl. Not worth it trying to correct tipsy and/or drunk off their asses metalheads in a loud crowded venue. I don't really pass on a masculine day; much less dressed to the nines, face slathered in theatrical 80s make up and hair backcombed and hairsprayed to hell and back.]

On my way to the train station I got to talking with some other tram passengers heading home after the concert, an older couple and two guys around my age. The couple had pretty cool battle vests, all covered in various pins and patches. One of my favourites was the Zappa For President patch on the lady's vest which made me think of @feeshies , really wish I'd asked for a photo :')

The guys my age roped me into going to a strip club with them instead of going straight home. They even covered the entry fee for me, so I didn't have to pay anything! They were very respectful and I was free to go whenever I pleased. It was interesting to see pole dancers/strippers up close in real life and not only on TV, but it's definitely not for me lol I'm too aroace and neurodivergent for this. The ladies had some badass pole skills tho! Effortlessly dancing in 10 inch platform stilettos and with barely anything covering their bodies? I could never! Kudos to the ladies!

Anyway, it was good I decided to head home around 1am, I could already feel the joint pain creeping up on me. it's full-blown throbbing and piercing agony, 7/10, now. I only got 3 hours of sleep before the aches woke me up the first time orz

But hey, 3 hours and a bit of dozing here and there are better than nothing. I spent Sunday taking it kinda easy, only did a few chores around the house, and went through all the photos and videos i took (111 files in total) of course! I weeded out all the blurry and shaky ones and the few good ones should be peppered throughout this post!

Hope y'all had a good Sunday and Monday <3

#robin's concert adventures #def leppard & motley crue world tour 2023 #here it finally is. the big huge giant post with a bunch of photos and videos #and lots of rambling of course!#i won't be sad if y'all just wanna look at the pretty pictures but if you're brave enough to read all that text? kudos to you!!!

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For @scorchrend as thanks for the postcards a month ago! I should write about Nathaniel silliness more..

I'll definitely make the rest of the cringe compilation soon, but I wanted to make something with Nate and his mom since he's close with her, even if he's.. like that.

Most children begrudgingly woke up in the wee hours of the morning to attend trainer’s school.

Nathaniel “Nate” Blake, however, was not like most children, something that Marian Blake realized when he was just a little boy.

Well. Littler than he currently was.

He was certainly not the tallest child in Aspertia City, and to make up for it, he was the loudest.

So loud, in fact, that he woke up much earlier than his mama to blast his music with open windows, prompting rage from the rest of the neighborhood- something that he quells himself with his natural charm. It’s a routine the rest of the city has gotten used to, and for that, Marian is grateful.

Still, as he loudly makes his presence known by stomping down the steps, she makes it a point to yank him by the back of his collar before he runs outside to buy bread. “Anak,”

“Good morning, mama!” He says cheekily, still wearing his basketball jersey and boxers.

Regardless of what has transpired, the titles her child wore like a crown, he was still the same as ever, as if he hadn’t been tossed off a flying ship or nearly pierced with a thousand icicles.

God, the champion of Unova was her recently turned thirteen year old, her impatient and immature son who scampered about in the Unovan cold unprepared.

“Please, at least put some shorts on-”

“No one’s up at this hour anyway!”

“You woke the neighborhood! Again!”

“Oops! Sorry!” An apology that meant absolutely nothing, because he was going to do it again and again, and no one had the heart to properly give this boy a scolding- or the patience.

She rubs her temples with her free hand before she reaches out for a large blue shirt just hanging off the doorknob, slipping it onto him as he squirms and whines.

“I hate this shirt!” He cries. The spare shirt he wears was one of her own, obviously too big for him, and it looks like one of her many dusters if not for the faded print of Lavaridge Town's logo in place of floral patterns. “It’s cringe!”

“That’s what you get for not changing your clothes!” She barks at him as she digs for a few coins in her purse. “And you were about to leave the house without money again! Have some shame, the ladies at the bakery have been too nice with you forgetting to pay them!”

“They’re regulars! It’s fine!”

"You-!"

"Don't forget to bring this to the neighbors!"

She grabs him once more before he runs out of the door, a small eco-bag on hand- one that came with the Christmas ham she bought over a year ago.

Once again, the contents of the bag were plastic containers with leftovers; she always shared extra with the Obsidian Family next door, as they did with her and Nate.

"Mama, I see Hugh all the time, can't I bring it to him later?"

"You know Hugh always buys bread at the same time as you. And I know for a fact you're not running back here directly after buying some!"

Nate clicks his tongue. "Hmph!"

"Don't huff at me!"

"Okay, okayyyyy!"

He still finds the time to tuck the oversized t-shirt in his boxers as he opens the screen door with a loud bang, startling their pet Delcatty, Muning, and her kitten, Mingming.

"Oops! Sorry!"

"Get back as soon as you can! You still need to prepare for school!"

"Kuya Cheren won't mind if I go to school like this, though!"

"He absolutely will! Don't take advantage of your teacher's kindness!"

"Ugh, fiiiiine,"

As he leaves, his voice still booms through the area.

"Bye bye, mama!" He calls out, as if he wouldn't be back within half an hour. "Love youuuuuu!"

As soon as he's gone, the house settles into a silence almost unheard of, one that she's put up with when he had went on that journey of his over a year ago.

Despite everything, she's thankful that her little Nathaniel hasn't changed a bit.

#bw/bw2 rewrite #drabble

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Dollar Bin #19:

Tom Petty's You're Gonna Get It!

Imagine a new Tom Petty record.

I don't mean some new archive set like the expanded/alternative versions of Wildflowers or She's the One. I mean a record that is entirely unheard of; one that no one even knew to long for.

I'm disappointed it hasn't happened yet. I hoped Petty's and, for that matter, Prince's, estates would provide a much needed balm to us all after each of their tragic passings by gifting us a miracle, a great white whale we did not even know was lurking beneath us all these years, on the order of Neil Young's Homegrown or Dylan's Complete Basement Tapes.

Sure, we got to hear Prince alone at the microphone, but I feel like he probably made recordings like that, effortlessly, once a week in 80's. And yes, there's a single, previously unknown, piece of pop greatness to be found on the posthumous Petty box set, 1982's Keep a Little Soul.

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But where's Petty's Black Eyed Dog? Where's his Hundred Highways? It's not enough for us to miss Tom; we want to hear his voice reach out and comfort us once again from his untimely grave.

I know exactly what I'm asking for here because I've already experienced it. That's right: at age 13 I was sure I'd discovered an entirely-lost-to-history Petty album.

Let's start at the beginning. My two buddies - both named Matt - and I reacted to Full Moon Fever by going Tom Petty crazy. Tom checked every box a few geeky, unpopular and yearning-for-the-ladies white kids needed checked: he wasn't already property of the cool kids, he was counter-cultural in obtuse, safely-white man ways, his songs were as often as funny as Weird Al's, he rocked, and his middle name was Earl.

So for Christmas / Hanukkah that year we embraced communism's concept of collective ownership in an effort to get our hands on the entire Petty catalog. As the beloved leader of our oligarchy over none, I directed Matt 1 to ask for Let Me Up and Damn the Torpedoes and Matt 2 to get the self-titled debut album and Hard Promises (which, based on its cover, looked like the lamest record), leaving me to squeeze my own stocking with confidence that Southern Accents and Long After Dark were in there on tape, waiting to change my life for the better.

What else, you ask, did we ask for that holiday? Blank tapes of course: it was our standing and too-obvious-to-speak-about agreement that by dinner time on the 25th everyone would have copied both their new albums twice and delivered the copies to one another by bike.

That's right folks: none of us asked for You're Gonna Get It! There was a simple reason: the record was utterly out of print, had never been released on CD and was nowhere to be found in any local Dollar Bin. To three 13 year olds in 1989 who were busy exploring music without knowledgeable parents or older siblings in an era long before the internet, it was as if Petty's sophomore album had never been made. We didn't ask for it because we didn't know it existed.

And so when we rolled up with my dad to the Fabulous Forum on March 1, 1990 for our first ever popular music concert the three of us believed we had the entire Petty catalog memorized.

Ah, what a glorious night....

After buying Petty shirts and promptly putting them on we took our seats and saw the cringy but sorta awesome opening act, Lenny Kravitz. Lenny tried to lead the entire indifferent audience in a sing along to a song no one had heard at that point, Let Love Rule. This was long, long before he got a marketing clue and traded in his second-fiddle-to-Liza-Bonnet role and became a peddler of planet destroying SUVs.

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The night also marked our first brush with rock and roll royalty as both Dylan and Bruce Springsteen joined Petty and the boys for the encore. And, although the internet tells me it's not possible because of the concept known as death, I feel like Roy Orbison appeared as well. I guess it must have been his ghost that appeared behind those famous shades...

But to us 13 year olds none of that compared to the women directly in front of us getting into an all out, beer flinging and fake nails in the eyeballs, brawl in the middle of Freefallin'. My father, lord of the bon mot, instantaneously summed up the crazy scene by yelling "they're slamming boys!" All hail my father.

Is it any wonder that I wound up with a lifelong love of music after such a night? And I haven't even told you the best part: Benmont Tench hitting the opening riff of Love is a Long Road in the full dark as the show dramatically opened is one of the top 10 moments of my entire life.

There was just one unsettling moment all night. Mid-show Petty played a song we didn't know, all about listening to your heart. That wasn't too upsetting; there were plenty of songs he played that we didn't know. We figured they were covers, or coming out of the next record, because no one else in the audience knew them either. But when Petty told us about a ladyfriend resisting some dude's money and his cocaine everyone else all around us sang along.

We were a smart group of kids but we didn't put two and two together that night: take the fact that we were the youngest people there by a decade, add in the fact that everyone else there new the song and you wind up with an obvious conclusion: we were missing a Petty record. And so I went home with a nagging worry: what explained that one song?

The answer came from Saint Cross's Quaintance Shop a month or three later. Picture a fading church thrift store 35 years ago. Wigs and berets on white, styrofoam heads, mismatched golf clubs, iron-on izod patches for dressing up second hand kids shirts filled the front room; even less desirable items could be found in the back. A rotation of women born in the 20s manned the counter, clucking about whatever whenever my busy mother stopped by to pick up the shop's meager taking in her role as vestry treasurer.

I was still too young to have an excuse not to join her on these errands, and thank god for that because I wandered into the back room, thumbed through their quarter bin - that's right, in 1990 there was no such thing as the dollar bin; rather every record cost a quarter - and had my universe rocked when I saw Tom Petty standing in blue light with Stan (check out his handmade, drawstring hot pants!), Mike (pensive as always, deferring to the Tom as the boss), Ron (looking like he already has one foot out the door and is working up to his managerial role at an eighties bikini shop) and Benmont (forever a teenager) on the cover of a previously unknown record. Had the sun exploded in the sky at that moment I would have shrugged: the Holy Grail was in my hands and a moment before I had not known there was a God.

"Mom, please can I buy this? I just found it and I really need it."

"Sure you can, honey. Where's your money?"

"I mean, mom can you buy it for me? I don't have a quarter. But I'll pay you back, I promise." (This wasn't a case of not having my wallet; I literally did not own a cent at that moment. Every cent of my weekly $2 allowance would instantly go towards tapes. I did not yet own a turntable of my own and the recently discovered player in my parents cabinet still had a needle that had needed replacing in '74. I was forever broke and I remember borrowing money to buy Sergeant Pepper for a quarter from a different thrift store soon after.)

My glorious mother sighed and made a look that said "children these days..." Then she produced the precious quarter and I took home the arc of the covenant.

My glory was strong but short lived. Yes, the Matts were both blown away to discover a hithertofore unknown Petty record. But the only working turntables we knew belonged to Matt 1's formidable aerospace stepfather, and only Brahms was allowed on that one, and Matt 2's parents, and listening to a record in their living room necessitated dealing with Mickey, a truly insane golden retriever who weighed way more than me and was an incessant licker of his own formidable balls.

So it wasn't until high school that I really got into the greatness of You're Gonna Get It!

First, let's pause to consider the greatness that is an album that ends in an explanation point. We've already discussed Jonathan Sings! at length in these pages but there are plenty of other amazing albums made by brilliant artists who are goofy enough to add a ! to the end of their album title. Consider Get Happy!! And Henry the Human Fly! And what about Help!? These Are All Great Records! For that matter, wouldn't If I Could Only Remember My Name and Wild Tales be even better if Crosby and Nash had affixed explanation points to their titles? Man, I wish it was called Blood on the Tracks!

(Dear Stephen Stills, I know you're reading this so please pay attention: yes, we see that you tried to jump on the explanation point bandwagon in '05 by putting out a record entitled Man Alive! Good try Stevieboy, but to this day no one has ever listened to that record, and no one ever will. And don't try reissuing your 70's back catalog as Stills 1! Stills 2! Stills! and Illegal Stills! It will not change anything; those records will still forever suck.)

By ninth grade I had a turntable of my own and my first real appreciation of Your Gonna Get It! was getting way into Magnolia. I ask you, what better song is there for a horny heterosexual male ninth grader? I guarantee you I'm not the only boy who spent a whole lot of time visualizing themselves as Petty's first person protagonist:

From a table across the room

She was signalling me with her eyes

I walked over to be introduced,

I said hello, she just smiled

And said I know a place not too far from here,

We could get away for while.

Yeah that's when she kissed me and told me her name

I never did tell her mine...

Magnolia...

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There's a lot to say about this track even after 24 years of blissful marriage. This song, and all of Your Gonna Get It!, features a complexly layered, full band vibe. Petty didn't just put everyone on the cover, he also gave them equal sonic billing; an approach he increasingly abandoned at the eighties increasingly set in and he got tempted by all the money and the cocaine. Hear the thick, bending bass stepping forward like a bold and reckless Romeo, driven by the tiptoeing lead piano riff. Petty's not the only one who gets lucky during this track. Everyone does.

Indeed, all of Side 1 is stone cold classic material, too rich and dense to have initially grabbed hold of me in eighth, then ninth, grade. The album opens with When the Time Comes. Tell me, please, why this elegant, powerful pop song is not more famous than everything on Wildflowers? When the Time Comes views every song on that overrated record with withering pity.

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Tench's organ swells, the bridge spans mammoth depths, the drums and guitar carry us relentlessly forward up to a hollered fade. And then it's suddenly over and before we know it we're already kneeling down before Petty's declarative, white man soul in the title track.

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Do you hear that guitar solo give way to the spaced out Dead vibes and then back into the chorus of chasing vocals? How the hell did this album ever get overlooked, forgotten and dropped out of print? Why are we ever listening to anything else in our lives?

On the back of my original 25 cent thrift shop copy of the LP there's the obligatory encouragement to reach out to the Official Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers Fan Club at 890 Tennessee Street in 'Frisco. I say that if we all send them self addressed stamped envelopes right now and demand a reissue of this record complete with bonus tracks then they'll do it and they'll also release, after all these years, Petty and Co's previously recorded, utterly forgotten and never before issued 77 lost album.

Come on people, lick those stamps. We're Gonna Get It!

#Youtube #tom petty and the heartbreakers #the basement tapes #stephen stills still sucks #neil young

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how would u describe the way u dress or even just like what ur style is regardless of if u wear it or not. god knows i don't wear half the shit i like cause i don't have money to buy it

my overall style and vibe is basically this blog lol like the best way to get a grasp of it is by just scrolling thru my tumblr tbh but its difficult to fully describe or summarize if that makes sense bc its kinda fluid and always evolving but at the same time consistent u know? i almost exclusively get all my clothes from good will and thrift stores nowadays bc im broke but also thats where the good stuff is like shopping at regular stores is always so limited to current trends which gets boring and uninspiring and i like old stuff lol like my thing is mixing vintage pieces with modern pieces and wacky odd pieces (u know the weird shit u can find at any thrift shop lol) with very basic pieces.

the most important item in an outfit in my opinion is the jacket or coat. i love jackets and coats i have so many. thrift stores are a goldmine for unique coats and jackets (and never limit urself to just the womens section! especially with coats). like u can wear just basic jeans and a black or white tank top or t-shirt and then throw a good vintage coat over it and boom u got a nice outfit. u can wear one basic outfit in hundreds of different ways just by accessorizing as well. after my grandma passed away my grandpa gave me her jewelry box and when he passed away i found another jewelry box at his house that used to belong to his mother so i have a lot of cool super old good quality jewelry from different eras and from all over the world (grandpa traveled the whole world back in the day and always bought my grandma jewelry from the places he visited even tho she never wore much of it) like i have rings, necklaces, bracelets, brooches and watches that date back as far as the 1910s-1920s and its sooo cool and beautiful and holds a lot of sentimental value to me which automatically make my accessories special and meaningful. if ur family arent the type to pass down heirlooms, then once again, good will and flea markets will give the same effect + lots of unique handmade jewelry can be found at any market or thrift store.

a lot of the times i buy blouses and shirts and tops with very creative patterns and prints purely bc the print reminds me of a painting or artwork i like, or just bc the pattern is fun and different. old lady clothes are bomb as fuck and dont be scared of wearing old lady clothes bc it wont age u or look weird on u as long as u mix it with more modern clothes. this all goes back to the blending in old/vintage/outdated pieces with modern clothing. Thats the blueprint to how i dress/my personal style. never limit urself to a certain established style or specific aesthetic bc thats no fun. the key is to borrow from basically every style and aesthetic and era there is and mix and match.

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first day of new job summary:

some 14 year old paid for a pair of sunglasses with 40 10p coins

asked a man i was selling 3 posters to if he needed a bag for them and he said no im going to use them to beat my children ?

an old lady wearing a weed print dress came to buy a joker 2019 blu ray and a t shirt but decided she just wanted the blu ray. and then came back to return it not 5 minutes later

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Elliot was officially declared cancer free in 2010. She celebrated by buying herself a cake and bringing it to Brad and Anna’s. The cake was chocolate covered with ganache. It tasted delicious! She shared it with them and her little sister, Shiloh. At seven years old, she had caught up to other children her age due to their love, patience, and commitment. She was shy around people she didn’t know but a chatterbox when she was with people she knew.

She had an imagination that reminded Brad of Elliot. Did she play with Barbies? Yes. Yes, she did. He had come full circle and he found that hilarious! She played with Barbies until she was twelve, having grown out of them. Instead, she interested herself in books. She read American Girl and other age-appropriate literature.

Brad and Anna had broken up in 2012. They shared custody of their daughter. As a single father, he adopted three children: Pax from Vietnam, Zahara from Ethiopia, and Maddox from Cambodia. He then hired a surrogate, who gifted him twins, Vivienne and Knox. His family was complete. The younger children got along well with their sister, Shiloh.

Because of the age gap, they only saw Elliot occasionally as she was working. After Anna, he was involved in a relationship with Angelina Jolie. That relationship was toxic. She was very sexual and was prone to fits if she thought he was leaving her. He found out that she had Borderline Personality Disorder but wasn’t receiving treatment.

She threw things at him and threatened suicide if he ever left her. As a result, he started drinking to get away and he became an alcoholic. Anna begged him to get help but he was too afraid of losing the children.

Angelina was very good at playing the victim and he knew she would make it seem as if he was abusing her. Everyone would believe her. How did he know? Because it happened to men all the time. The children were taken out of the house and moved in with Anna. He finally got sober in 2016 after leaving the abusive relationship. It was because his friend, Bradley Cooper convinced him he needed help.

Do it for yourself and your children. Six years later, he was still sober. Because Angelina didn’t have custody, she could not take the children. That meant they would stay with him. He attended Alcoholics Anonymous meetings regularly and had a sponsor. My name is William Bradley Pitt and I’m an alcoholic. At the meetings, he was just another recovering alcoholic. Not a celebrity or Hollywood star.

He found that refreshing because he could be himself and open up without worrying about leaks. Bruce and Freddie had both passed away due to old age. She mourned both of them like they were her children. It took two months of therapy before she could move on. She got a tattoo on her inner right arm with their names above a paw print.

itsthepitts: Cleaning the horses before and after.

Mike took a picture of Elliot dressed in a t-shirt, sweatshirt, work overalls, jacket, boots, hat, mittens, and scarf. He then took a picture of her in her overalls, sweatshirt, and boots an hour later. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she looked like she had been working hard. They had watched as she swept the floor, disposed of manure, removed mud from the horses’ hooves, brushed their coats, refilled their water, and checked their food.

It was a lot of work, especially when Lady and Duchess got impatient while she cleaned their hooves. Duchess stamped her foot, causing her to flinch. She got her bearings and sighed before putting her tools down on her lap. The horses were like children, who were fighting against taking a bath. If she didn’t remove the dirt, they could become infected.

“Hey! Not today!”

Duchess bowed her head to apologize. She kissed her forehead and forgave her. I love you. She loved her, too. The guys laughed. They could hear her clean hooves hitting the cement floor. Horses were interesting animals. They were taller than them, so they were a little intimidated but she trusted them. Lady came over to check on her sister because she heard the human scolding her. She let her know she was okay. Okay.

Lady went back to walking around the open area of the building. Once she was done with her chores, they went back inside. She excused herself to change clothes. They went to the living room, where the cats and dogs were resting in front of the fireplace. Phoenix was intrigued to see if it was a real fireplace. It was. It burned real wood and it wasn’t just heat coming out. He was impressed. Outside, they got a great view of the Rocky Mountains in the distance.

They also got a great look at a bison walking past the windows. It was huge and it was staring back at them. They stood in awe just watching the creature until it moved on. Holy shit! When she came back down, they told her about it. Yeah, she’s seen them many times. The first time she saw a bear, she freaked out. It took her brain to figure out that it couldn’t hurt her because she was inside.

But it was so fucking scary while also being so cool! She saw bears, bison, boars, birds, elk, mountain lions, and so many other animals during the spring and summer. When she went hiking, she brought a weapon just in case. She also read up on how to prevent attacks. It had never happened but never say never. She was in their territory and they were just defending it. Though she did consider getting a small handgun she needed a license for that.

What was the weapon she bought? It was a wooden bat she found at Target. She carried it with her at all times. They didn’t like guns, though they could understand why she would want one. It was for protection. Bears and mountain lions could easily attack her. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. What did she need to do to get a license?

They looked it up and found she didn’t need a permit or a license to buy a gun. She needed to submit to a background check, not have a criminal record, needed to have lived in the state of Montana for at least six months, have a valid ID, and be at least eighteen years old. Before going to dinner, they stopped by the local gun shop to inquire about getting one. She would keep it either at home or in her truck. The woman walked her through the process of getting a gun after asking her why she was interested in getting one.

“I live at the foot of the mountains and I love to go hiking during the summer, so I want something small to protect me from wild animals.”

She agreed that was a very good reason to get one. The guys helped her with the paperwork. Could they be witnesses for her? Were they related to her or her employers? No, then they could. She wrote down their names. Did they change their last names when they got married? No, they didn’t. Okay, she wrote down Michael Shinoda and David Farrell. They had decided not to combine their last names due to privacy and to avoid complications. It was also expensive to change their legal documents.

Once she was finished, she handed the paperwork back to the woman. Did she on penalties of perjury, declare that everything on the document was correct to the best of her knowledge? Yes. Okay. She would process her paperwork. They were free to look around while she did that. Thank you. They were a little overwhelmed, so they started looking at the small guns.

They also had ammunition and holsters. A guy came over and asked how he could help. Elliot told him she was looking to get a small handgun to protect herself from wild animals while hiking. Has she ever used a gun or firearm? No. He made his recommendation and brought one out of the glass cabinet to let her try it. The gun didn’t have any ammunition, so she was fine to pull the trigger. She chose a sign and pulled the trigger. How did it feel? She could get used to it.

It was easy to handle. He also brought out a revolver. She liked the Glock better. After going through with her purchase, she put everything on the backseat floor, right next to where Phoenix was sitting. Mike jokingly asked if he was comfortable back there. I’m good! He laughed.

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