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adibatex-blog · 7 months

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Adibatex Corporation: Your Trusted Partner in Ready-Made Clothing Manufacturing from Bangladesh

Casual and formal clothing manufacturer and supplier (Aibatex Corporation)

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In the dynamic world of fashion, having a reliable and trustworthy clothing manufacturer is imperative for businesses looking to provide high-quality garments to their customers. Adibatex Corporation, based in Bangladesh, has emerged as a prominent and reputable name in the industry. With its extensive manufacturing facilities and diverse product range, Adibatex is a go-to destination for ready-made clothing, encompassing everything from casual wear to formal attire.

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A Legacy of Excellence

Adibatex Corporation has built a legacy of excellence that spans over the years. Their journey towards becoming a trusted clothing manufacturer started with a commitment to quality and a dedication to meeting the diverse needs of their clients. Today, they stand as a symbol of reliability in the ever-evolving fashion landscape.

Comprehensive Manufacturing Facilities

One of the key strengths of Adibatex Corporation is its comprehensive manufacturing capabilities. They boast state-of-the-art facilities for the production of woven, knit, and sweater garments. Whether you need jeans, casual wear, or formal attire, Adibatex can deliver with precision.

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A Wide Range of Products

Adibatex's product portfolio is nothing short of impressive. From jeans that exude style to tailored suits that radiate sophistication, they have it all. Here's a glimpse of the diverse product range they offer:

1. Jeans: Adibatex is a master in crafting denim jeans that are not just fashionable but also comfortable. Their jeans collection caters to different tastes and preferences.

2. Suits and Blazers: Whether it's a formal business meeting or a special occasion, Adibatex offers a range of casual and formal suits and blazers that elevate your style quotient.

3. Waistcoats and Dress Pants: For those who appreciate the finer details in their clothing, Adibatex provides a selection of waistcoats and tailored pants that exude elegance and refinement.

4. Shirts and Blouses: The perfect shirt or blouse can make or break an outfit. Adibatex's collection ensures that you're always dressed to impress.

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6. Down Jackets and Polar Fleece Jackets: Staying warm doesn't mean compromising on style. Adibatex's range of jackets keeps you cozy while making a fashion statement.

7. Sweatshirts and Cardigans: Comfort and style merge seamlessly in Adibatex's collection of sweatshirts and cardigans.

Commitment to Quality

Adibatex Corporation's success is underpinned by their unwavering commitment to quality. Each garment that rolls off their production line undergoes rigorous quality checks to ensure it meets the highest industry standards. This commitment to excellence is what sets them apart from the competition.

On-Time Delivery

In the fast-paced fashion world, meeting deadlines is paramount. Adibatex understands this and prides itself on its punctual delivery. They appreciate the importance of delivering on time, every time.

Conclusion

Adibatex Corporation has rightfully earned its reputation as a trusted, reliable, and famous ready-made clothing manufacturer and supplier from Bangladesh. Their manufacturing prowess, coupled with an extensive product range and a steadfast commitment to quality, makes them the ideal partner for businesses in the fashion industry. Whether you're in need of jeans, suits, blazers, or casual wear, Adibatex has the expertise and facilities to bring your clothing vision to life. With Adibatex, you're not just getting clothing; you're getting a commitment to excellence and a partner you can rely on.

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hungryghostpress · 1 year

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japhers · 5 months

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A glassmaker of decent renown!

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Two illustrations of Chartreuse Floriando- a rather tall man with an aquiline nose, green eyes, short slicked-back black hair and trimmed beard.

The first has him inside what seems to be a cathedral underwater, with stained glass windows blurred behind him- his frilly blouse floating around him, a thick black choker around his neck, and his reflection on the water's surface above him.

The second image shows four types of his work clothing- his glassmaker's attire with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a leather apron over a pale blue striped blouse- fastened at the collar with a green ribbon choker and a cameo brooch, thick leather gloves, a black corset, black culottes and sharp black leather shoes;

his electrician's attire, with a denim newsboy cap, chunky goggles, and denim coveralls with rolled-up pant legs, all worn over a green blouse with a black neck bow, long green rubber gloves, and the same sharp black leather shoes from earlier, one hand carrying a rusty toolbox;

his welder's attire consisting of a large welding mask, grimy white knitted gloves, a thick striped salmon pink blouse, overalls with the pant legs rolled up and thick, black, boxy, leather work boots;

and finally his formal meeting attire consisting of a black velvet tophat, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a bright green cravat fastened with a gold and emerald brooch, a black double-breasted long coat with a capelet attachment over the shoulders and two rows of golden buttons, sharp black leather shoes, a black cane with a silver handle, as well as an olive green suitcase with brass handles and fasteners.

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#oc stuff #edwardian #but like. mildly fantasy-fied #artz

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overalls4all · 5 months

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Story requested and pictures provided by @maxder-16

Max grew up in a tumultuous time for young men. The Overalls for All Act changed the future plans of all men, but especially young men. Max was just finishing school when the act went into effect. Suddenly he was required by law to wear overalls or coveralls at all times. Max complained to his friends, but wore his uniform faithfully; after all he didn't want to end up in trouble.

Max had planned to go to college after school to study engineering, but one of the effects of the new act required all men to work manual labor for two years at the age of 18. That meant Max was to be assigned to a work location where he would receive what the state called "masculinity training". On Max' 18th birthday he received his assignment at a farm, hours away from home. The next day, he was taken by a van to his new workplace.

When Max arrived, he was wearing standard blue denim overalls. He was joined by a few other young workers, each wearing overalls or coveralls. The young men were met by their Boss, the farm's owner, who wore dirty green coveralls and rubber boots.

"Greetings boys," said the boss. "You will call me either Sir or Boss. Obey my orders without questions or hesitation or you'll have a good time here. Understood?"

Max and the others dared not talk back and responded in unison with "Yes sir!"

The workers were then ordered into a stable and told to strip. Boss threw a pair of green coveralls and rubber boots at each young man. Max was immediately taken in by the smell of the coveralls. They were obviously used and not washed. It smelled of manure, but as he covered himself in his new uniform, Max found the aroma almost intoxicating.

"That's just step one of the uniform, boys," shouted Boss. "Those coveralls will become like second skin. You will wear them all day everyday. You will be permitted to shower monthly. You will learn to love that manly musk."

Max couldn't deny that. So distracted was he by the stench of his coveralls, he had a hard time listening to Boss, who grabbed a number of masks from a shelf.

"Next step is your masks," Boss began pulling the masks over each worker's face. Max watched as each of his coworkers face was covered by the bulky mask.

"Now don't worry boys. You'll still be able to smell, this just keeps the toxic stuff out. Plus, it keeps you front talking too much. Good workers keep their heads downs and their mouths shut."

Boss came to Max and pull the strap of the mask behind the young man's head. Max's eyes grew wide as his mouth and nose were trapped in the rubbery mask. The combined stench of rubber and muck filled Max' senses. He suddenly became acutely aware of the coveralls covering covering his body from head to toe. He nearly stumbled but the sturdiness of his rubber boots held him steady.

Max hardly realized he was being marched single-file with his new coworkers to their work stations. Max was assigned to the pigpen, earning him the nickname "Pigboy" from Boss. Max was equal parts humiliated and honored to receive a nickname from a manly farmer like Boss. His purpose started becoming more and more clear. He needed to become a real man like Boss. His coveralls, boots and mask were all ways to emulate his Boss.

Max decided then and there that we would work hard everyday during his assignment, and when he was finished he would apply for an apprenticeship at the farm. Any ideas of college faded away as Max began picturing himself in coveralls, toiling under Boss' orders for the rest of his life.

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ares857 · 19 days

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susoriginals · 4 months

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Vintage Mens Blue Jean Denim Overalls Reflective Strip Bibs Hi Vis by Red Kap Size 36 x 30 Utility Work Coveralls Only $35

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getoswhore · 2 years

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‘ CATTLE ‘N CREAM! — jean kirschtein.

☰ ft : farmer! jean x cow girl! f! reader

+ synopsis : jean is very adamant about being a responsible farmer with his cattle, and he never misses the very important day when they need milking... | est. 1.7k wc

cw/tw : sws + modern/farmer au, lactation kink, pussy drunk! jean, nipple play, lots of titty sucking :o, ‘lil manipulation ‘cause he's a lying perv, reader is a human/cow hybrid, pet names (jean calls reader cattle + sweetheart), praising, creampie/half cum shot, cum eating, this is kinda filthy and a little rushed at the end...

+ note : yesyes, ik–WE all know that i don't write for aot anymore :c but this was always one fic i RLLY wanted to post, sooo yeah :c also, @gabzlovesu ‘cause ik you were rlly excited for this :c + @jeanslove since she asked so nicely. <3

a ringing clap of bell peals roll through the sleeping farm like thunder; the singing metals clinking together as if their sound was twirling through the old ridden barn walls like alarms. and soon, the sleeping silence was quickly replaced with rising animals of all kinds mewing out in hunger, impatiently waiting to be fed.

with lazy eyes fluttering wide at the sudden racket to awake and prepare for a busy day, a clear view of new daylight unwraps its hues to the world through the small garden window ahead of you. it's still dim, but the plum rays peeking through the mountains tell you it's that time of the month again. you can even feel it too; a sudden sharp ache tingles in your chest, feeling more notable every time you move in your soft bed of golden hay, sensing your perk breasts feeling heavier and fuller, almost firmer too...

and all you can do is weep out in silent pain, waiting impatiently for when the farmer comes over to your stall–for when jean can dump the soft pallets of grass into your personal trough before you can show him your issue.

the palms of your hands and naked knees kiss at the golden floors before quickly rearing yourself up–fast and eager, hearing the familiar soft clicks of heavy feet make their way towards your stall.

widening eyes peering up in elation; muddy boots with farmyard muck stuck beneath them appear into your sight. and you catch glimpse of the freshly laundered coveralls fitting nicely around the tone of his thigh–the torn denim even fitting tight to his chest.

“mornin’ sunshine, how's my favorite little cattle doin’?” jean gives a warm smile, a bright one too with pretty teeth and with the fat of his cheeks rising high.

but seeing the small pout fixated on your features makes him frown.

“whats wrong? somthin’ bothering you–oh...”

he notices, quite quickly.

“already needin’ milking, huh? thought another week or so...” jean stares with wide, dilated eyes; a heavy gaze viewing a clear sight of your perk tits filled all round and full, almost too full where one little squeeze can make them leak.

he kneels down to open the small gate between you two, unlocking the locks and freeing an open space. jean gets close soon as he does, kneeling in to get a better look.

“poor girl, must be in so much pain being all filled up like this.” he kicks over a metal bucket close by, and you prep yourself up, getting eager and ready, knowing the tension is going to release...

“hm, must be extra sweet with them being this firm.” and he doesn't hesitate to test that theory; reaching an eager hand out with all five lilthe fingers curling around the soft mound of flesh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

like he had thought, a dribble of milk leaks through the thin, printed fabric you wear; the milky substance soaking through and a dark wet spot spreads around it, making you hone out. and he quickly glides a thumb over the hard pebbled peak pressing wetly against the cloth till he deemed enough.

jean pops his thumb into his mouth, tasting the sweet liquid soothe against his taste buds with savory delight.

he hums, “this is why you're my favorite, always sweeter than ever.” his soft words are like auditory caramel to your ears, rushing a perky smile to rise at your cheeks.

“yeah, ‘n that pretty smile of yours is my favorite too.” jean could feel his coveralls becoming a size too small by the second; his cock beginning to throb and pulse, erecting at just the pretty view of your half-naked body glowing before his eyes.

“alright, let's get you ready.” you lean in, letting the farmer clip his fingers around the thin stings of your bra and letting the fabric tumble down till it freed your perk breast. and your breasts bounce, jiggling down at the sudden release of your support as a cold shiver licks up your spine at the sudden slick breeze kissing at your skin.

jean’s leafy eyes couldn't peel off of the pretty view of your breast, boggling at how the pebbled peaks leak with fresh milk–ready to drink and savor...

and it made his mouth water.

“ya’ don't mind if i take one more little taste? just a little.“ jean gives you a gentle look, eyes almost droopy and filled with need.

you nod.

he's quick to latch both hands around your firm breast, clipping eager fingers around the tough skin and tugging lightly.

your throat bobs as you whine out, weeping at the slight pull, yet it felt so delicious; feeling more of your built-up liquid slick out and pebble around your hardened nipples before drooling down.

before collecting against his tongue.

you were too focused on the needy hands squeezing at your soft mounds and not on how jean nudged his face between your breast with a flat tongue sticking out long and ready.

he's never done this before.

it made your back arch with hooded eyes to glaze with euphoria, watching how he lapped at the sweet juices you gave to him with licks and broad, rough stripes across your perk nipple.

it made you feel... special to be treated like this, to have such appreciation...

jean leans back, feeling you twitch in his hold, “squeezing just hurts ya’, i think i know a way to ease the pain a lil’?” his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, catching the little droplets clinging at his skin.

head tilting in enthusiasm question, you wonder and he's more than ready to show you.

his mouth splays open wide with a wet velvet tongue laying flat to press against your hardened peak as he leans back in, drawing your nipple at the center hard into his mouth.

it's warm, wet, and foreign as his lips seal around your sensitive nipple, giving it a good suck till it fell in drops; milk practically pouring out with ease into his watering mouth. and jean was more than delighted to swallow down the honey-like beverage.

the soft hum he emits in satisfaction vibrates around your soft bundle of nerves, and the suckling sounds did something to you, deep inside you–those filthy, wet sounds rang in your ears as you watched how jean tenderly cradled your perk breast. you were just as entranced as he was nursing and lapping at the trickling juices, feeding off the sweet taste like a hungry little calf himself.

deep down, you wouldn't even be able the fathom the idea of how long jean has been thinking of this moment–ever since he’s got you–ever since he’s added you to his little farm, he's always fetishized this sick little scenario of sucking on your tits till milk spilled since day one...

jean squeezes your other desolate breast, pinching a thumb and forefinger before gently twisting in a half circle, forcing your whole body to shudder at the pull. it makes your skin spike with goosebumps, toes to curl and pretty eyes to knock to the back of your head.

it's addictive getting that response from you.

he can feel you tense up beneath his hold as he licks and sucks softly at your hard, sensitive tips back and forth between your nipple, and areola, and even the flesh around that, earning more of a delicious squirt of milk that quickly disappears across his tongue.

jean was so far gone too that the tent pitched in his coveralls went completely unnoticed–if he had been paying attention, he’d realize that his swollen cock was pearling with oozing pre and leaking just as much as your breasts were...

jean hesitates to pop off for a breather, but when he does, the cold lingering feel makes you whine out in need, and he almost felt bereaved when he did too.

his mouth was wet with translucent white, a pretty view of a slick shine gathering at the plump of his lips.

“fuck–taste so fuckin’ good.” his words are barely even words, only breathy and lost–too dazed at the fever dream coming to life.

“‘m wanna–fuck–wanna pump my milk into you, fuck you full with my milk? yeah? how does that sound? give you some of mine...” jean was fumbling over his words like the fingers fumbling over his gold-plated buckle.

and you can feel your cunt leaking at this point; pretty pussy pulsing a damp spot to form a little circle of slick and feeling the cool air hit against your cow-printed panties.

you groan, muscles flexing and cunt clenching desperately around nothing hungrily as you watch jean unzip his jeans desperately. embarrassingly, it takes him a few tries, too focused on the way how you lean back for him; pretty body lying still on your back with teasing legs spreading wide, breasts stretching out, pulled by gravity, everything seeking the centre as you cast your whole body open to him.

he curses at himself, almost drooling at the clear view of your pussy; the fat outline of your lips pressing hard against the thin cloth.

it makes his heavy balls tighten.

jeans throbbing cock finally bobs free from his confines; it's pretty, you think, a blushing pink at the crown, long and thick with bulging veins pulsing around the shaft, and oozing pearls of pre spills over, shining his tip raw with cum.

it twitches in his hand that fists it tightly and eagerly–giving it a long and quick stroke with a firm twist to the tip, and squeezing more of his pre to drool out sloppily.

you moan out nimbly at just the sight.

“like it baby? yeah? gonna like it more once i fill you up.” jean tugs aways at your panties, making view of your pretty pussy and gazing deeply at how it drools in marbling slick.

“such a pretty little cattle–my little cattle.”

he nudges the crown of his cock at your sopping entrance, already nudging himself between your slippery folds with greed. and he's quick to pull your legs around the slim of his waist as your bodies eagerly find the places where they need to meet; his heavy cock pressing in slowly till he couldn't anymore, filling you up in one swift motion of his hips buckling hard against yours.

your jaw hinges open, mouth left agape at the raw feeling of skin on skin–of his cock barreling deep into your cunt to the hilt.

enchanted at the soft touch of silken skin and harsher hair bumping against your puffy clit as he quickly finds a rhythm, a cruel one too, almost sloppy and uneven, but enough to make your mine trance off into a complete and utter mind-boggling daze.

your slick juices gush out by the intrusion, the slop of it drooling outside your little hole as he drags his cock into your inner gummy walls. jean groans out a pitiful moan, the sloppy mess of your pussy already creaming a translucent milky ring around the base of his cock makes his hips stutter, and eyes to even widen in fierce feral intent.

your breast bounce along in sync too as you roll eager hips to urge him in deeper–harder. and his mouth comes down between your jiggling chest to thank you with wordless kisses; suckling bites into the tender flesh as he rocks into you harder.

feeling the deep press of the crown of his cock kissing at your softest spots made not only your cunt to leak, but your breast to as well. a cute fall of milk pours down, even making a flow down to the middle of your tummy.

“fill you back up all nice and full f’me.” jean can feel his cock pulse as each thrust–at each heavy contact your skin clashes together with.

ankles locking behind his back as you clench, arche, twist, and writhe beneath him, you can feel him throb, deep. feeling how his aching cock grows bigger as he gets closer, his knot fixated only to fill you up till it was deemed.

thrusting his hips faster, he bottoms out with the final buckle and let's out a long and deep guttural moan as his cock spurts out thick ribbons of warm cum deep into the womb of your cunt. and he tries, he really tries to keep moving his hips to drag out his high, but instead slips out like a dog in heat–popping out of your little drooling pussy and cumming all over your tummy.

jean desperately tries his hardest to slip back into your warmth, but his body curls, hunching over at the stomach-churning high as a pitiful puddle of his sticky mess pools onto your skin.

he sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth, “i want–you gotta swallow this up, its good f’you, promise...” he's already grabbing your sweating, shaking hands to swipe up the globs of cum and breast milk sticking to your tummy to wipe up.

“lick it up–promise it'll be good for you, promise...” jean’s eyes are barely open, only a small peak of them can be seen through the thick of his lashes.

and your still trying to catch your breath, but the eager man prying your own sticky webbed hand to your mouth makes it impossible.

parting your swollen lips, you lap between your fingers, tasting the mixtures of salt and sweetness stick to your tongue and melt into your taste buds as you feel his thick cum leak out from your stretched little hole.

it's filthy, but it makes jean’s cock throb back into wake...

let's all support the good farmers–the ones who are passionate about their herds.

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usaac-official · 11 months

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Ground crew load practice bombs onto a B-18 at Barksdale Field, Louisiana, summer 1941. They wear the new HBT coveralls but still have the older denim Daisy Mae caps of WWI vintage

#usaac #usaaf #B-18 #Bolo #warbird #crew #aviation history #in color

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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Grease stains and coveralls | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: During a hot day, you pay Eddie a visit at the auto shop and the sight of him in his coveralls is hotter than the July weather

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Now that it's canon that Eddie knows mechanic, here is mechanic!Eddie

Generally on scorching hot days like today, you would be inside with your fan on, but you decided to pay Eddie a little visit during his shift. Bring him a little refresher to beat the sweltering heat.

Working in coveralls and boots in a garage must be a nightmare.

You hissed as you got in your car, the leather of the seat burning your skin when you sat down. You quickly rolled down your windows, letting some air in. It was a shame that driving in a bikini wasn't allowed because it would've been today's outfit of choice. Right now, you were sweating in your denim shorts and cami.

You drove to the auto-shop and parked your car, grabbing the large slurpee in the cup compartment to take with you.

The garage door was open, allowing some air in the working area.

‘’Hey, Y/N!’’ one of the guys greeted, looking up from the hood of a car with a wrench in one hand and another tool you didn’t recognize in the other.

You greeted him back and smiled politely. It wasn’t your first time at the auto-shop. You knew most of Eddie’s co-workers by now.

‘’I’m gonna marry you if you say this is for me’’ he joked, nodding at the slurpee in your hand. ‘’I’m dripping in sweat.’’

You chuckled. ‘’Don’t let Eddie hear you.’’

The guy laughed, knowing how protective the young mechanic was with you. ‘’Munson! Your girl’s here,’’ he called out, directing his voice to the end of the garage. ‘’Last car on the left.’’

You thanked him for the info and disappeared to the end of the garage, feeling the heat getting hotter and hotter the farther you went. How did people work here?

You found him leaning over the engine of a blue Chevy, licking his lips. His coveralls were undone at the top and the sleeves tied around his waist, leaving him in a black wife beater. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail for practical purposes and he had tied his bandana over like you had taught him to.

Fuck. The picture before you made you clench your thighs.

You righted the cup in your grip as you took a moment to collect yourself before sauntering over to Eddie.

Upon hearing your footsteps approaching, he straightened up and flashed you his signature smile. The one he kept just for you. ‘’Hey Sweetheart,’’ he said as he wiped the sweat from his face, leaving a streak of grease in the wake of his hand.

‘’Hey baby,’’ you responded with a chuckle as you handed him the slurpee you brought. You had mixed all the different flavors at the gas station just the way he liked. The color was a yucky purple-ish brown, but Eddie swore it was delicious.

‘’You got this for me?’’ he asked. His skin glistened in the hot summer sun and he had patches of grease scattered over him.

‘’Thought you could use something to cool down with this heat.’’

Eddie wiped his sweaty, greasy hands on an old rag, then took the cup and had a long sip. You wanted to tell him to slow down or he would get a brain-freeze, but you knew he would ignore you. ‘’Did I ever tell you I love you?’’

‘’A few times.’’

‘’Well, I’ll say it again: I love you.’’

You smiled and grabbed the rag to wipe the black streak on his cheekbone, feeling like a mother cleaning her child after getting ice cream. ‘’Want to go swim in Lover's Lake after work?’’

‘’Yeah. I could go for a swim. We’ll go in my van though because you're a shit driver on dirt roads. Last time, your tires got stuck in mud and you almost backed into a tree-’’

You gasped and threw the grease-stained rag at him. Eddie laughed, meaning no harm with his teasing.

‘’I did not back into a tree.’’

‘’Why is there scratched on your rear bumper?’’ he taunted with a shit-eating grin, already knowing the answer.

‘’Shut up. We’ll take your van.’’ You looked around, checking if anyone was in earshot before whispering a dirty promise in his ear. ‘’And, if you're nice enough, I might go topless.’’

Eddie grunted, your words getting straight to his dick. ‘’Are you trying to make me hard in my coveralls?’’

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telekinetictrait · 8 months

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"I have my happiness, which I guard like a wolf, and I have authority now and a certain amount of daring, which, if you remember correctly, I never had before." (Two Serious Ladies – Jane Bowles, 1943)

the first half of the 1940s was, of course, dominated by world war two. just as with world war one, more women were involved in the war effort, and those who weren't often took the jobs dominated by men. icons such as rosie the riveter propagated a sort of idealized "tough girl" image, with her denim coveralls and clenched fists – yet red lips, defined lashes, and thin brows. she was just masculine enough to fit the mold of serving one's country, and still feminine enough for the general public to accept. once again, fabric rationing led to certain garments and styles being reused and revamped. some designers, like claire mccardell, worked within the confines of wool and silk rationing to create clothing made of denim and jersey knits. "ready-to-wear" clothing was becoming more popular, especially in the united states, allowing fashion trends to spread faster and further than before. at the end of the decade, christian dior debuted his "new look", which would set the stage for the iconic mid-century silhouette: cinched waists (thanks a lot, dior...), full skirts, and round shoulders. this "new look" emphasized the stereotypical ideal of femininity and ruled post-war fashion.

okay, maybe the tangent about claire mccardell wasn't that important, but i did just see a museum exhibit about her, so i wanted to include it.

(ps. i know 1942 isnt entirely accurate but it was a fit of inspiration, and it takes like 20 minutes to get my game open so i was not willing to exit when i already had two looks done)

1800’s/ 1900-1909 / 1910-1919 / 1920-1929 / 1930-1939

cc links under the cut!

see my resources page for genetics

oakley : candycottonchu's vintage waves / gilded-ghosts' big heat beret / bustedpixels' fifth avenue fashion top conversion / gilded-ghosts' victory skirt / base game gloves / historysims4's stretching nylon socks / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

océane : javitrulovesims' clayified wings hair / gilded-ghosts' dizzy dame hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / mochadonuts' ruthienne dress / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / historysims4's uptowner heels

odelie : strangerville hat + jacket / seasons gloves / gilded-ghosts' sleuthhound slacks / base game boots

ollie : javitrulovesims' clayified wings hair / cottage living hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / sentate's 1949 grace necklace / satterlly's retro anna dress / historysims4's stretching nylon socks / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

onyx : joshseoh's blaire hair conversion / gilded-ghosts' big sleep dress / base game saddle shoes

ophelia : twentiethcenturysims' dorothy hair / base game pearls / twentiethcenturysims' french hen outfit / historysims4's stretching nylon socks / jius-sims' mary jane pumps #2

orlando : gilded-ghosts' wartime waves and bows / lordreboot's catherine jumpsuit

osannah : gilded-ghosts' noir or never hair / paranormal hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / sentate's 1949 dior bar jacket / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

ottoline : gilded-ghosts' swingin siren bun + dizzy dame hat / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / simsbrush's 1940's winter coat / plumbjam’s wool leggings / simtone’s oxford heels

owen : tekri's betty jo hair / needleworkreve's rita eyeshadow + betty lipstick / simplesimmer's emilee dress long v2 / plumbjam’s wool leggings / waxesnostalgic's cuban heel mary janes

thank you to @candycottonchu @gilded-ghosts @bustedpixels @historysims4 @waxesnostalgic @javitrulovesims @needleworkreve @mochadonuts @blueraptorsden @sentate @satterlly @joshseoh @twentiethcenturysims @jius-sims @lordreboot @simsbrush @simtone @tekri and @blogsimplesimmer !!

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