#capri shoes

[canforacaprisandals]

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[pastelchad]

In my heart of hearts JJR takes place somewhere in the late 2000s and SIH takes place in the early 2010s

#junjou romantica #sekaiichi hatsukoi #im sorry i know its all supposed to take place 'now' for manga serialization reasons or whatever #but i dont have access to either manga and tbh it just feels right to me #like their flip phones in the anime and the clothes #like misakis stupid layering habit and his love of capris and flood pants is very 2000s #ive been writing and im looking up 2010s fashion and reminding myself of the horrors #ritsuko was definitely a peter pan collar tan suede shoes hair ribbon high ponytail skater skirt girl #you know #also didnt someone figure out that most of sih happens during junjous timeskip #so misaki isnt much younger than ritsu i think #also! the cab ritsu uses to get back to the office after picking up a manuscript. wtf is a cab after 2017. its def 2012 atp

[misspanthress]

“Plastic Princess”

These plastic shoes are great. Not only do I get full coverage, but you can see my cute little feet right through them. Every subtle flex of my arches or wiggle of my toes is on display and my feet don’t have to get cold... but you can also see the steam building up inside these hot, plastic sneakers as my feet sweat and perspire in them. They’re like portable greenhouses for my cute little feet... guess you’ll be working overtime in the foot worship department to lick all the sweat from my soles, won’t you footslave?

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#miss panthress #feet #soles #toes #leggings #capri leggings #anklet #sneakers #plastic sneakers #transparent sneakers #transparent shoes #shoeplay #dipping #dangling #heelpopping #shoe removal #sweaty feet #stinky feet #smelly feet #toe ring #foot jewelry

[senju]

this girl came into my store last week and i had to tell her that she looks exactly like ramona flowers and she goes "ooh you should tell that to my husband he loves scott pilgrim!!"

i sense there is not a coincidence here

#she had blue hair in space buns a green vest over a black hoodie and capri leggings with jean shorts over it and skate shoes #it was actually kind of wild

[phoebe-twiddle]

In a bit of a mesh editing mood!

In the top image is my wip AF conversion of the Family Fun Stuff teen shorts (I know CatOfEvilGenius already did this but I wanted to try out the tf to af wso), with a couple of variants. On the bottom is my shoeswap of the mandarin capris (don’t think I released these?), further tweaked. Both have been changed so they meet the maxis waist and to resemble serabiet’s shape.

#pheeb's ramble #work in progress stuff #the capris need some gaps fixing on the morphs but otherwise they're good to go #I haven't got the shorts in game yet #I wanna change the sandals to various other shoe options... #but I'm running low on focus now #pheeb ts2 miscellanous

[trashabilly]

additional rant related to my tags on the last post i reblogged:

i distinctly remember employee appreciation day when i worked at the bank. the financial advisors got gift baskets and heartfelt individual little speeches from the branch manager while me and the other tellers got drinks from the bubble tea shop nearby that the manager picked (they were really gross flavour combinations and i couldn't drink mine bc im lactose intolerant and she got all dairy)

and then we got told collectively "you're not doing as bad as before but try to make less mistakes and not need as much help"

(we got virtually no hands on training, only powerpoints and if we needed management/an advisor to help us with something they would take at least 10 minutes to get to us while we had a line out the door and only 2 under trained tellers)

#talkin #ALSO im still mad about the dress code #i was told if i wanted to “be a man” and work there i had to cut my hair short #and that when the mask mandate was lifted i would have to take out all my piercings (i have 12 but only 3 are in my face) #and i was only allowed to wear dress shirts/blazers/vests dress pants and dress shoes and a tie no matter the weather #so in the summer i was nauseous all the time bc i was overheating #but the women who worked there would come in wearing capris ballet flats and flowy tank tops #they would also always use the mens bathroom since it was a single stall instead of the ladies 4 stall bathroom #so half the time i didnt even get to piss on my break bc they could use the mens room but i couldnt use theirs #i know these are all very petty complaints but it was a genuinely horrible job #i did really like one of my coworkers tho.. she was great. only good part of that whole shitshow

[androgynealienfemme]

"We go from store to store, trying to things on and inspecting them. I give my opinions on dresses and shoes, blouses and lipstick colors. Sometimes I say things that make the other women look at me, agape, as though my mouth has been possessed by that flighty queen from Queer Eye even while the rest of my body still looks like any other big dumb boy's. I say that I like a skirt but I wish it were bias-cut instead of A-line, or that I am not fond of the fashion for surplice tops, or that the post-WWII idiom in shoes this season is amusing but rarely looks good on actual feet, or that I like the look of a bolero jacket. I know the names of colors, heliotrope and coral and Nile blue, and I can say without hesitation whether a lipstick might look better matte with a bit of powder.

These other women look at me with wonder, their boyfriends and husbands having made a fetish out of refusing to learn such words under any circumstances, as though merely pronouncing the word "periwinkle" or "princess seam" could easily turn a strong man gay as a box of birds. They say to her, "That's your husband?" in voices that loiter between admiring and disgusted, as though they know that there's no force on earth that could make their men or boys take such interest in their clothing and they think they might really prefer that to the spectacle of me, filling an armchair, legs crossed ankle over knee, looking just right until I say "tea length."

The point is that she wants other girls to see what it looks like to have a boy so cracy in love with you, as I am, that he will spend an afternoon talking about capri pants to have a boy so delighted by you that he never calls you by your name, but addresses you always as "beautiful girl," or "my love" or occasionally and with great fondness, "boss." To have a boy who will happily fetch your next-size-down and carry your bags and charm the salesclerks at the register without flirting overmuch and just generally try to make himself as useful as possible, all for the dizzy and undying pleasure of making you happy. And even though I am not a boy, I look like one, and so I can be complicit with her in this kind of wonderful afternoon, part indulgence of her great beauty and style, part guerilla feminist activism.

Later, when we walk through the mall or down the sidewalk, me laden with packages that are clearly hers, I watch the eyes of the people we pass: the women who look at me with a certain longing, wishing they had their own boys to carry the bags. The men who look at her with an unmistakable hunger, wishing that they had the honor of schlepping for a girl like her, and then look at me with a certain edge of disbelief, not quite clear about why I get to squire this marvelous example of femininity around when they are clearly wealthier, more handsome, better hung. I have learned to meet all of these gazes with a calm kind of sweetness. There's no point in defensiveness or sheepishness or challenge. I'm the one holding her bags."

"Being a Shopping Switch” Butch is a Noun essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)

#butch is a noun #s. bear bergman #lesbian lit #butch lit #lesbian #lesbianism #butch lesbian #butch 4 femme #butch4femme #butch for femme #femme #butch #femme lesbian #feminism

[spicyraeman]

Lae'zel is so real for going into battle with sandals on and her ass out only to come back to camp and put on a sensible pair of capris and shoes. peak vibes honestly

#shes just like me fr

[harrowharkninth]

We’re all talking about what makes Cecil worthy of tumblr sexyman. But the outfits, the outfits. We know his tunic and furry pants; but the capri pants and a cummerbund? How about the professional radio hosting unitard? Or the yellow sponge clogs, cat ears, and tights? And we can’t forget the black plastic poncho, cat ears, and galoshes; or over look the black tuxedo, white bow tie, open-toed polished black shoes, a burgundy velvet cape, earrings made from repurposed car keys, and a top hat with furry tassels hanging from the brim that he got married to Carlos in. And last but not least the honeycomb hat, a Hawaiian shirt, and leather pants.

And he creates these masterpieces without looking in the mirror.

#tumblr sexyman #cecilsweep #cecil palmer #wtnv #welcome to night vale #tumblr sexymen poll #tumblr sexymen #cecil gershwin palmer

[fashiondisastertournament]

GRAND FINALS OF TUMBLR'S FASHION DISASTER TOURNAMENT GOLDEN CROC AWARDS 2023

Matchup #7.1: Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100)

This is it! From 64 initial contenders, we're down to the final 2. Trexel Geistman from Stellar Firma took the third spot already, but who will be first on the podium? Who deserves a nice pair of golden crocs for just how BAD their fashion sense is?

For one last time, let's review their Fashion Crimes!

On the left side, rises Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Crowned the Tumblr sexyman, iconic enough to make it into so many tournaments, is he also Disastrous enough to win here? His run in this competition so far has been smooth, full of sweeps even against the toughest contenders. He has been often nominated for (all canonically):

his first date outfit being described as "my best tunic and furry pants"

wearing capri pants and a cummerbund to work

wearing yellow sponge clogs, cat ears, and tights to the opera

wearing "a black tuxedo and white bow tie, open-toed polished black shoes, a burgundy velvet cape, earrings made from repurposed car keys, and a top hat with furry tassels hanging from the brim" to his wedding

going to sleep in "a honeycomb hat, a Hawaiian shirt, and leather pants"

On the right, we have Teru. Oh Teru. While his fashion sense has inspired much art from his voters, he struggled in a couple of matchups, but Terunation always pulled through - even in the last 10 minutes in one case. Can he take down Cecil? Can he succeed where Reigen failed? Here are a few of his (illustrated) Fashion Crimes:

wearing a three foot wig which causes him to resemble a cactus (above)

picking out that horrible monkey shirt that you could see in the Mob poll for Mob (it was so bad it defeated god)

certain... official promo art and official fanbook outfits (below)

This poll will last for a WEEK per democratic choice from y'all, so you have tons of time to make and share that propaganda!

#disasterbattles #fashiondisastertournament #grand finals #tournament poll #cecil gershwin palmer #cecil palmer #welcome to night vale #wtnv #hanazawa teruki #teru hanazawa #mob psycho 100 #mp100

[misojunnie]

DELICATE ─ psh. ☆ (teaser)

does love ever cross the line?

# genre: rich kid!enemy!sunghoon x fem!reader, forbidden love, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family feud, non idol au

# warnings: substances, lots of pining/angst, cursing, insults, mature jokes, implied sex, I have no idea how businesses work plz don’t roast me

# featuring: sunghoon & enha! + le sserafim

# playlist: delicate by taylor swift, take care by beach house, love by kendrick lamar, babydoll by dominic fike, hurts so good by astrid s

# a/n: hi y’all! I got this request a long time ago and only recently got to it, so I hope y’all like! lmk if u want to be added to the taglist! pls enjoy <3

# word count: 13.2k

# taglist: @lovialy @minniejenseo @powerpuffstuts @mnxnii @idkdykilr @ionlyreadforfanfics @heelovesmeknot @100520s @simjyunnie @scrumptiousloser @eneiyri @pinkkami @milkycloudtyg @enhypenlovre @pinkkami @m3chigo @saythenameseventeen178 @desistay @capri-cuntz.@taerifin open!

# unable to tag: @hohohobo

this was written upon anon request; check it out here!

when your father’s company cratered after a faulty business deal, a vendetta was formed between your family and the biggest export company in south korea. but that rivalry begins to falter when you fall in love with the ceo’s son.

[more under the cut!]

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Awards banquets were Sunghoon’s least favorite part of being in business. Forget the ruthlessness and backstabbing, dressing up in a suit and pretending to be successful blew all that warfare out of the water.

“It’s too tight.”

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine. Just stop complaining.”

“I’m not kidding, Jake. Loosen it or I’ll kill you.” Jake sighed, tugging on the navy blue tie until it was hanging loosely around Sunghoon’s neck, a stark and messy contrast to his crisp black suit and neat button up.

“Jesus Christ. After fifteen years, you’d think you’d know how to tie a tie.” Jake said, shaking his head as his best friend checked his hair in the mirror.

“Are you sure we have to go to this thing tonight?” Sunghoon huffed, brushing a stray piece of hair into place.

“Don’t be stupid. You’ve been going to these galas since you were six, and dragging me along with you.” Jake scoffed, pushing Sunghoon’s head from behind and ruining his hairstyle yet again, the latter glaring.

“You love it.” Sunghoon teased, tearing his eyes away from the mirror after checking his hair a last time. “God, I can’t believe we’re still having these idiotic galas. Everyone just knows they’re a coverup for big corporations to distract from the fact that they’re abusing their poor workers.”

“Nobody cares these days. Put a bow on anything and the media will eat it up.” Jake said, adjusting his tie before slapping his friend on the shoulder. “Ready to ruin some lives? Destroy some young futures?”

“Not funny.” Sunghoon warned, pointing his finger at Jake while trying to tug on his shoes with the other hand. “You know how much I hate the company.”

“Say that as much as you want, but you’re still wearing shoes bought with your daddy’s blood money.” Sunghoon huffed.

“Hm...I suppose you’re right.” he said, putting his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the ball, Prince Charming.” Jake dragged Sunghoon out of the room by the wrist, locking it behind him, Sunghoon in tow.

Sunghoon sighed. God, how he hated his life. A legacy built on deception, and nothing he could do about it. Him and Jake made their way to the elevators, his dull eyes disappearing behind the closing doors.

He didn’t belong anywhere. Certainly not here.

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On the other side of the city, you were having an entirely different conversation.

“Take that off, Chae.” you said, biting into an apple. Your red lipstick bled into the fruit as you stared judgingly at Chaewon’s enormous diamond necklace.

“But it’s so pretty.” she crossed her arms, but you gave her a stern glance and she turned around to change with a roll of her eyes. “And you, put that out.” you swatted at Jay’s hand, a lit cigarette perched between his two fingers, roiling smoke spilling from the top. “You’re gonna make my new dress smell like smoke.”

“Jeez, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Jay asked, putting out his cigarette on the corner of the coffee table, which made you frown. “No need to stress. You’ve done this business routine a million times over.”

“I’m just nervous, I guess.” you said, hands fidgeting in your lap.

“I thought you didn’t care what the Parks thought about you.”

“I don’t.” you said firmly, tongue poking into the flesh of your left cheek. “I just want things to go smoothly, that’s all.”

“So you’re not gonna stand up to those fuckers that ruined your life? No protest?” Jay asked, resting his chin on his hand. “You always wanted to take them down.”

“Of course I do. But tonight’s not the night.” you sighed, rubbing your forehead, smudging your foundation and cursing when you realized what you had done. “I just want to be put together, just for one night.”

“Well you certainly look the part, honey.” he said, eyes trailing over your floor length red gown. “You’re a proper businesswoman.”

“I hope so.” you laughed.

“You’re gonna kill it. I know it for a fact.” Jay said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing. “Now let’s get you to this ball.” You grinned up at him, getting to your feet and brushing the dust off your skirt with determination.

“Let’s show these people who our company is.”

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#ミ☆ #misojunnie #kflixnet #k vanity #k radio! #enhypennetwork #delicate #sunghoon #enhypen #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon angst #sunghoon ff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon oneshots #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen angst #enhypen ff #enhypen oneshots #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #kpop #sunghoon etl #sunghoon au #enhypen au #enhypen smau

[simlishgurl]

Tomarang Girl Lookbook🐘

01. Headwrap | Earrings | Necklace | Top | Capris | Sandals 02. Headpiece | Earrings | Nose Ring | Snake | Sari | Shoes 03. Headpiece | Earrings | Dress 04. Headpiece | Earrings | Scarf | Dress | Sandals

Credits and thanks to the creators : @marsmerizing-sims @simstrouble @darknighttsims @joliebean @jius-sims @simsregalia @okruee @natalia-auditore @bluecravingcc @madlensims @mssims @yakfarm @ommosims @zeussim @puna-sims @serenity-cc @ice-creamforbreakfast

#ts4 #sims 4 lookbook

[joshlmbrt]

Beautiful Boy. truck driver!dad! e. munson x mom!reader.

w; this one is long - i apologize, r is intended as a female but i try to be nondescript as best as i could ( i use the pronouns she/her BUT you can always change if you’d like <3 ), i don’t know much about soccer so pls ignore how i absolutely demolish it, mentions of cheating - not eddie, jason is mean - as always - but this time it’s uncalled for, chance is non-verbal, little injury, eddie absolutely loses it in front of parents and kids - but it’s needed honestly, eddie’s self-deprecating thoughts, fluff ending

thank you @reidsbtch & @officerrrfriendly for beta reading !!! i love u both.

an; thought about this little idea and i love the idea of truck driver!eddie so im continuing the alt au! i hope you guys love him just as much as i do 🧸 (if u seen the post ab me taking a small break - no u didn’t … jk, after this i won’t post for a while </3 just wanted to post this.)

Eddie hated being around people.

Not just people. But people he knew and went to school with - the ones that called him a freak.

Although, Eddie had found you and he was the first one out of anyone - when he finally put his mind to it and graduated - to get married.

So, everyone who made fun of him, suck it!

“Hun, can you get his duffel bag out, please?” You slip out of the car, opening the back door. Sometimes he missed his van - the one you despised and desperately told him to trade in for this mini van - but then he realizes how much it actually came in handy.

You hold Chance’s hand when he hops out of the car, kneeling down and tying his shoes. Whenever Eddie would tie them, he would immediately walk away and find you, wordlessly holding his foot out - Eddie never got them tight enough. They would always untie in the middle of the game.

“You’re gonna do so good, baby! I just know it.” You switch to tie the other shoe. Eddie circles around the car after locking it, placing a hand on Chance’s head.

“Absolutely. He’s a Munson.” He smirks down at the boy. It took a little time for Eddie to realize that being a part of the Munson Bloodline wasn’t all bad like people had made him believe.

Sometimes they would lose - but in the long run, they somehow always win in the end.

His win - you and Chance.

There’s a whistle that had been directed towards the small group of you, Chance, and himself. It caused Eddie to look up quickly. It wasn’t the type of whistle to catch someone’s attention that you had been friends with for a while - no - it was a whistle little boys did when they seen a woman they thought was pretty.

“Oh, my bad.” The smirk was familiar and made Eddie’s blood run hot.

Jason Carver.

Divorced three times and had two kids (They both are the same age - you can be sure what had happened there and why they both are the same age) . He's married again, but she’s at the car getting the chairs out and small cooler with capri-sun’s for the little tots and beer for Jason.

It wasn’t allowed, but it was Jason Carver, and sometimes someone’s privilege was so blindingly noticeable.

You peek up at Eddie, watching as his jaw clenches. “Eds,” You say. “Eddie,” He finally looks down at you. You shake your head. “He’s not worth it. Don’t waste your breath.”

He can distinctly hear Julia - his new wife who was most likely about to hit him with divorce papers - complain as she shoves the chairs into his arms. His eyes peek up, watching as they both walk away. He only nods, looking back down at you.

“Breathe, Eds.”

And suddenly, he could breathe again. There was a shudder to the first breath he took - but it felt nice. Rather than holding it in anger until he passed out.

You give him a small smile before fixing Chance’s green shirt. You press a quick kiss to his forehead, standing and holding a hand out for him. He immediately slips his hand into yours, following you towards the field.

Eddie glances around, scratching at his neck when he passes a group of people who peaked in high school - better known as the basketball and football team.

There were a couple of them that were fine - not as rude. And he was sure that the whispers he heard wasn’t about him in particular, but there’s some side of him that feels as if the hushed conversation was about him - or worse, his little mini me.

Chance had been quiet. He doesn’t know why or if it will ever change - a part of him hopes it does because he wants to hear his tiny voice. But if it never changed, Eddie would still love him either way.

And if anyone - including a kid - said anything about it, he’s not afraid to go to jail after knocking out some teeth and lose his job over it.

He drops the duffel bag, kneeling down in front of Chance. “Remember what I told you?” He tilts his head. “This is supposed to be fun, just remember that.”

Chance smiles and nods. He looked grown - the tooth that he had lost making a slow comeback.

“Now, go get them, Champ.” He stands, clapping as he runs to meet the rest of his team.

You peek over at him, smiling softly with a fluttering heart and pink cheeks. He peeks over at you, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and crossing his arms over his chest, lifting a brow at you.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckles a bit nervously. He still gets a bit nervous when you stare at him like you’re falling in love all over again - which you are, even more than before.

Of course, Eddie’s had relationships - even situationships - and even if they didn’t last that long, he always felt confident in the relationship, never boyish and giggly to where he could swing his feet like a school girl.

But with you, he feels shy, excited, nervous, and loved.

You shrug, slipping your arms around his, resting your chin on his bicep. “I just think you’re so handsome.”

He flushes and suddenly feels hot in the cool air. “Even with this scuff.”

“Especially with the scuff,” You grin. “And I thought I wouldn’t like your haircut, but I do.”

“I’m glad,” He nods, leaning over and pressing one, two, three pecks against your forehead. “It was just getting in the way when I would roll the windows down to smoke,” His scruff tickles against your forehead. “Especially when I would forget or loose the rubber band.”

You nod a bit and lift up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to go get the mini cooler out of the car.”

“I can do that.”

“No, I got it. Stay here and make sure no one gets our spot.”

He smirks. “Yeah, because you’ll end up feeling bad for someone and move.”

You roll your eyes and pat his bottom before walking off. He smiles and turns back, watching as they Hawkins and the other team - Defenders - give high-fives before the game starts.

“So, Munson,” He feels someone brush up against his side, his nails dig into his skin that was covered by his black sweatshirt. “How’s the married life?”

“You mean the same married life I’ve been in for 5 years now?” Eddie rocks on his heels. He doesn’t know if that would help, but he’s hoping it does so he doesn’t cause a scene in front of all the kids and parents who already judge him enough even if he’s not that same, hyperactive person anymore.

“It’s wonderful. How about your third wife? Or… is it the fourth?” He wonders out loud. Jason chuckles, blue eyes turning to stare daggers into the side of his face. “Or do you already have the fourth one picked out?”

“You’re such a-”

“Hi, Mr. Carver,” You cut the conversation short. You didn’t like Jason at all, but it’s better to kill him with kindness than to egg him on with words. “Seems like James and Aj are getting the hang of soccer.”

He watches as you bend at the waist, Eddie moving slightly to cover where ever his eyes might land, pinky circling into the belt loop of your jeans.

Jason rolls his eyes at that, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Learned from the best,” He nods. “What about Chance? Since… Eddie’s gone most of the time.”

“Dustin, Lucas, or Steve comes and practices with him. Jonathan does sometimes as well, and Robin,” You shrug. “He has a bunch of people who help him.”

“I bet it gets lonely sometimes.” Eddie’s ears ring when he hears the words and the whistle blow.

“What?”

“You know… When Eddie’s gone. How many days is he gone?”

You lift a brow, eyes staying on Chance’s jersey. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You step closer when you feel Eddie’s finger tug on the belt loop of your jeans.

“Well… I could keep you company sometime, you know,” He tilts his head. “It’s not okay for Chance to have a father that disappears a couple of days and then pops back up for a day.” There’s a pause. You both were going to ignore him.

Jason is the type of guy who wouldn’t back out of an argument until there’s a physical altercation between him and whoever falls into his trap. Eddie knows this because it’s happened before.

Jason wouldn’t stop pestering him - and the next day after seeing his father on the news for a physical altercation, breaking-an-entering, DUI, and Drug Holding, it only made it worse.

“Looks like you might actually have something to look forward too - seeing your Daddy behind bars when you get locked up with him.”

He can’t remember when his fist went flying and when it broke Jason’s nose, but after that, Jason would say something’s and Eddie would retaliate with words.

Jason would back down because he remembered the pain that the rings had caused and the cracking noise he had heard.

But now, he didn’t seem to remember what that felt like - and maybe he needed to be reminded.

“Maybe that’s why he’s a bit slow.” Especially now when he said those words. Jason Carver officially sealed his fate.

“What did you just say?” Eddie turns to him.

“Oh, I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” Jason shrugs. But he did. “Just… you know, he doesn’t talk. He’s not that smart with his-”

“You don't want to finish that sentence, Carver,” Eddie grits out. There’s a hot flash that keeps going down his whole body, the feeling of breaking that nose again, ruining the nose job he had to have because of his rings. “You remember what happened before. I’d hate to ruin the nose job you had to have in 10th grade. Then you’d have to spend another thousand just to get it busted again.”

Jason’s brows shoot up, a small teasing smirk on his face. He notices some parents’ eyes looking at them. Eddie’s voice had raised a smidge and he didn’t even notice.

“Is that a threat, Munson?”

“Try promise, Carver,” His eyes narrow at him. “You peaked in high school and can’t let it go. You even work there.”

Jason’s jaw clenches at that. “I didn’t-”

“You did,” Eddie cuts him off. There’s a small smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips knowing he’s got under his skin now. “You just don’t want to admit it. And it’s honestly sad. So, what you’re going to do right now is turn around, walk away from my wife, and stop talking about my son. Because it won’t be pretty if you don’t.”

“Eddie.” Your hand grips his arm. He looks at you and shakes his head before looking at Jason.

Jason clicks his tongue, darting his eyes out at the field as he nods a bit. You look between the two. “Alright… I’ll let you win this one,” He hums, hands on his hips. “Because at least my kid isn’t a freak.”

Eddie flinches at the word, fist clenching at the usage and who it was shot at. He wouldn’t have minded if it was meant towards himself, but his kid? One who couldn’t even defend himself?

His hands land on his chest, pushing him away. Jason stumbles on his Nike’s. “Carver, I mean it. Walk away before you say something you’ll regret. I’m so close to beating you into the ground.”

Jason stares at him and he believes him. Eddie’s staring at him with eyes that were dark, his hands balled into fists at his side - so tight that his knuckles were white.

Jason’s eyes glances over at you. And just because he needs to get in the last words so his ego isn’t hurt and knocked down a couple of steps, “Call me if you ever get lonely, babygirl.” His lips pucker and smack together before he gives Eddie one last grin, turning around.

Eddie almost swings at the back of his head to knock him off guard, his arm raising. You grab his arm, pulling it down quickly. “Not worth it,” You say, hand resting between his shoulder blades. “He’s not worth going to jail, Eds.”

Eddie watches as he makes his way towards Julia, plopping down into his fold out chair. He grabs the can, taking a gulp and wiping at the corner of his mouth where some had slipped. His blue eyes turn and meet Eddie’s, a small smile that curls at his lips.

“Just one punch?”

“No,” You turn him towards you. “He’s just trying to get a raise out of you and it’s working - don’t let him win this time like he always does.”

Eddie glances around, eyes meeting with some of the parents that quickly look away. His eyes then connect with yours and suddenly he feels his inside soften and his face slowly release its tension, the lines disappearing from his face.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers.

You shake your head, giving him a small smile. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

He opens his mouth but is cut off by the whistle, eyes cutting over to the field. He sees number 8 sitting on the ground, his heart dropping.

His mind was wondering else where and his son is hurt.

He’s walking out onto the field before his mind even registers what his feet are doing and kneeling down. Chance had tears rolling down his cheeks, his small hands covering his knee.

“Hey, Champ,” His heart breaks at the sight of his watery eyes when they quickly dart up at him before looking back down at his hands. He flinches when he feels your hand on his back, rubbing up and down. “Can mommy and I take a look?” He whispers.

He feels a bit claustrophobic when he feels the two coaches looming over his shoulders along with the small kids staring at him.

Chance nods slightly, removing his hands from his knee. Eddie’s hand reaches out and holds his leg, looking at the scratches. “Looks like you just need a quick wipe and bandaid.”

Chance sniffs and slowly stands, bending his leg.

“You wanna wait til we get home? I accidentally forgot the first aid at home.” The little boy nods, sniffling again.

Eddie reaches up and wipes away his tears softly. “You’re so brave. I’m proud of you.”

This causes Chance to smile, cheeks lifting a bit. Eddie gives him a swift peck to the top of his head before standing. “Go get ‘em.” Chance nods quickly.

Eddie grabs your hand, walking off the field and standing on the sidelines again. You lean your head on his shoulder.

“Eds?” He hums a bit. “I love you.”

He smiles a bit, nodding. “I love you.”

⭒

Eddie plops down on the bed, rubbing at his face. Chance’s knee was taken care of, a fresh shower, some nuggets, then he was out like a light when his little head hit the pillow.

Eddie feels like he could pass out when his own head hits the pillow, but there’s a feeling that keeps tugging at his chest.

He doesn’t know if it’s anger, sadness, or confusion.

anger because he couldn’t put Jason Carver into place like he absolutely wanted to. Anger because he missed half of Chance’s game because of him.

Sadness because Chance has to deal with people already laughing at him - it’s much worse when a grown up does it.

Confusion because he doesn’t know what he did in wrong his life to deserve what people say about him and his family.

Eddie always felt like he was nice enough - not judging others and including them in a conversation when he felt as if they weren’t being heard or he noticed the look on their face when they felt left out of the conversation.

And there’s a constant nagging in his mind that he always hears in his subconscious.

You’re not cut out to be a father - you’re going to go downhill soon.

And the worse part about it, he actually believes he’s going to go down hill. His father once was a nice man, caring. Then Wayne said when his mom got sick, he turned bitter and mean.

And the worse part about that was she got sick when she was pregnant with Eddie. So that bitterness was because of Eddie.

Edward Munson - the person who caused people to feel bitter when he showed his face. The person who only seemed to give people bad luck when he showed up.

Sarah, his mother who was a soft person with kind words, should’ve saved herself. Not him. She should be here. Then maybe his dad would’ve been okay.

Everyone would’ve been okay.

“Babe?” He blinks, glancing at you. He didn’t realize that you had finished getting ready for bed and had snuggled under the covers. He hums slightly. You frown, lifting your hand and wiping at the tears that he didn’t realize had fallen.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on in your mind?” Your thumb traces over his cheekbone. You pay attention to the scar he has nearing his eye. He shakes his head a bit, lip quivering.

He’s afraid that if he talks, it will cause him to sob, then if he sobs, he’ll wake up Chance. He’s already had a rough day today and he needed his sleep.

You frown and move closer to him, pressing a kiss next to his eye, they flutter closer. “Whatever you’re thinking, it isn’t true,” You whisper. “I know you and I know that you’re very hard on yourself - and you shouldn’t be. You know why?”

He turns his head to stare at you, shaking his head a bit.

Your hand splays out against his cheek. “Because you, Eddie, are the absolute best person I know with the biggest heart. And I’m so proud of how far you’ve come and achieved.”

He smiles, although it’s a bit shaky. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You shrug, nudging your nose against his softly. “Just being the absolute best version of you.”

🎸 eddie tags; @lavendermunson, @hazydespair, @whisperingwillowxox

thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, requests, likes, & feedback is always welcomed, encouraged, & deeply appreciated. 🧸

#cherry writes ✿ #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn x reader

[lessi-lover]

my baby lessi bear 💗 happy birthday my blondie, my clumsy girl, beans on toast lover, miss: looses her shoes twice in a game, cherry capri suns in the basket, my backheel goal scorer, tar heels baby, girl in red and white, happy 25th birthday <3 🫶🏻.

here's some alessia content for you all ~ happy lessi day 🫶🏻💗

#alessia russo #lionesses #arsenal women #ella toone #alex greenwood #georgia stanway #myle meadema

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: A colored drawing of the Twilight Princess Kids and Colin's baby sister, aged up several years. Left to Right: Malo, a teenager, wearing a long reddish skirt and a green wrap, with a white sleeveless shirt. He wears cut off sleeve sections, with tassels on the end. His hair is long, in a bun with a blue ribbon. He looks disgruntled at a ruppee bag in his hands. Behind him, Talo, an older teen or young adult, leans an arm on Colin, looking at him with a smile. Talo wears a white sleeveless shirt, a brown skirt and grey wrap which both has green trims. Under the wrap is a blue skirt banner with a white acorn design. He wears a red sash. His hair is choppy, pulled over top of a red headband. Between Talo and Colin is Colin's Sister, about 10 or so, Kiri, has short blond hair with a pink bandana. She has grey eyes, and wears a salmon pink shirt with tan capri pants. She doesn't wear shoes. She wears a light purple wrap with a pink sash. Kiri waves, smiling. Colin is behind her, one hand on her shoulder. He looks up awkwardly at Talo. He wears a green half sleeve similar to TP Link's over a white sleeveless shirt. He wears green capri pants and a brown wrap with blue and orange layer under it. His hair is cropped shorter in the back. Beside him, Beth stands with one hand on her hip. She wears a pink sleeveless shirt with a white vertical side. She wears a deep purple wrap, with a white sash. She wears puffy purple pants, with pink bows. End ID]

The kiddos! But approximately 10-ish years older. (No Illia because she's not a Kid TM anymore, she's Ordon's age lol)

#linked spirit #loz au #legend of zelda #linked spirit au #loz #ls kiri #ls beth #ls colin #ls talo #ls malo #twilight princess #tp kids

[peaxhypup]

Redesign WIP completed!!! Now I just gotta finish the Aggretsuko fanart after my essay

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Chloe Bourgeois

For Chloe, I wanted to make her look as rich as she is so I ditched the capris and flat shoes. Also ditched the belt, it was tacky. I went with a blazer and pleated skirt combo inspired by clueless along with platform mary janes (cause of course she would). I liked the idea of a really high pony tail with curled ends too!

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng

I really like the shorts that concept art marinette had, but I also felt like overalls fit her personality so I combined the two. I think it's a good way to have more pink on the top half of her body too since it was mostly white from the shirt she wore. I swapped her flats for black converse (to match her hair) and gave her some cute bracelets. I think she looks a lot more soft overall but still artsy!

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Alya Cesaire

I had SO MUCH trouble redesigning her!!! The clothes weren't too hard to come up with and I already knew I wanted her hair to be more coily, but choosing colors was what took me the longest. Ik I didn't want to stick with her plaid colors but I was so scared the red would blend in with her hair. I swapped between like 4 colors for the bandana alone and 2 different shades of ginger. Ultimately, I like the way she turned out :)

#marinette dupen chang #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #alya redesign #chloe redesign #marinette redesign #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous redesign #peaxhypup #peaxhy.art