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dystopria · 1 year
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JNCO Industries Ads (1998)
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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Bakugou likes to remind you to breathe whenever you two have sex. It can get so overwhelming for you—the pleasure, the intensity, the intimacy, the eye contact that he never lets you lose. It’s a connected feeling, when you’re at the height of it all, the precipice of climaxing.
“Hey, hey, eyes on me, baby,” he’ll whisper to you, tapping your cheeks once, twice, gently to gain your attention. Your eyes flutter open, rolling once before they settle on his, whining when you catch a carmine gaze, filled only with a type of passion and adoration that it makes your hole clench around him.
“Breathe through it, will you do that for me, baby? Huh?” He talks to you like you’re some airhead and, in a sense, you guess you are at the moment. Only able to gasp, mouth dropping open for his tongue to swipe the inside of it, hands pawing at his shoulders and nape.
“Cmon, baby, breathe with me. Gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, watches how your eyebrows screw up, how your eyes struggle to stay open.
You’ve always had the bad habit of holding your breath when you orgasm, and Bakugou’s heard somewhere that breathing through it makes the feeling all the more powerful. And he’s been doing it with you ever since—pressing his chest to yours, his mouth against your own, his breath in, your breath out.
When you cum, you remember to suck in your deep breaths, eyes hopelessly rolling to the back of your head as you shake and tremble all over. Bakugou praises you the whole time though, groaning and whispering about how good you did for him, how tight you are, how you listen so, so well.
His own breath stutters as he follows you, toes curled against the mattress as his breath slows until his balls finally unclench and he can relax into your body. You’re both boneless in seconds, and you figure the mess can wait until you gain feeling back in your body again.
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dear-ao3 · 9 months
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dear high school and college students who are interning or are freshly graduated with jobs please for the love of god buy yourself a backpack or a bag that isnt the one that you got for free from your schools athletic department with your last name and jersey number on it or have a sports team logo on it or something of that nature. it is absolutely killing your vibe.
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savagebeautyqueen · 4 months
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Classic
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goldensunset · 8 months
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pov a huge twewy/ntwewy nerd visits shibuya part 3
not accessible until so so late in ntwewy but always had something super cool going on when it did (irl this park was. not as big and impressive as i thought it would be)
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nefastraven grinding hell (needing a ton of rare metals to get all those special cds… ugh) wish i had a better photo of those signs that said center street oops
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the gang gets slapped by the nightmare reality of the game, abandoned by their new dad, forced into a new game, and then… locked inside a gate. in a cutesy loud and bright place. while they’re still trying to process so much awful stuff. (this place was highkey sensory hell but it was cool. but why is that blue anime boy named colon)
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rich person store (dang anime poster decimating the whole mirror wall!!!) + plaza where i would soundsurf in a circle for like 20 minutes
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ok NOW i think i’ve covered all my stuff. yippee!!! this was so fun
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corokoro · 2 months
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now that i've seen more info on the stuff with bosch thanks to the jpn side of the fandom on twitter, i place a new theory on the table
the guy that's apparently bosch in the final main story cutscene? short red hair and missing the purple scars completely somehow. the cardboard combatant in the post-game tournaments you can do, however, still has the long black hair he had and also obviously the scars. big differences.
bosch was experimented on by shadaloo remnants. you know what shadaloo has a history of? making clones.
either short haired bosch is the clone, or the cardboard combatant is the clone. and no one's realized it, not even themselves.
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kafkaguy · 1 month
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something about my babyfaced androgyny means that random old people love to talk to me
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landwriter · 8 months
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ok- I feel like you have the coolest sense of style but still like comfy stuff, and also you have/would want to have a bunch of cool little historical trinkets/replicas
omg I love these, thank you!
i do generally live in like, loungewear-adjacent things or else denim and flannel and sweaters on account of working from home and living in the countryside, but I do like to think I have a cool style ~muscle~ I can flex when once in a blue moon*. occasions are so rare though! last big friend vaca I went on I put together a silly little capsule wardrobe i'm still very proud of that was like, 90s dad on his first tropical vacation except she's a small futch lesbian. one of the best wardrobe decisions i made on that trip was wearing a lavender jumpsuit on the travel days for both warm/cold convertability and also the airport queue compliments.
sometimes I miss being around style but boy does it save money! one thing there's no shortage of here (in appreciation or quantity) is vintage jackets, from like, random events. i have this car rally one i adore and there's a fishing tournament windbreaker i didn't pick up at a shop the other day and now immensely regret passing on. god i'm gonna go look for it now when i go into that town tomorrow
and i WOULD want a whole bunch of cool little historical replicas and trinkets yes please. recently picked up some peak canadiana: an old butter crate! it came in a 56 lb block that got cut in stores. love historic typography (see: crate) and mysterious glass bottles from the 19th and early 20th centuries especially. objects with lives and stories man....
*like tonight/tomorrow! fun fact blue moons aren't blue or anything they're just a full moon in a month that already has had a full moon
(send me your headcanons)
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dystopria · 15 days
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Yoji Yamamoto x Supreme 2022 Fall/Winter Collection In Collaboration With Tekken & Doc Martins
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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cw: talks of having kids
Bakugou lays sprawled out on your bed as you flitter around the room, moving from your closet to your dresser and back in a hurry of movements. You’re doing a bit of spring cleaning (yes, even in the winter), and Bakugou decided to come over and help, even though he’s just been laying around the whole time.
He had a rough patrol yesterday, even sports a few bruises on his ribs, so you let him take it easy, throwing him one of your old pink scarf hat combos with the little bunny ears on top. You don’t expect him to wear it, but the image of him laying against your bed with the floppy ears on top of his head makes you smile anyway.
You go back to your drawer, pulling everything out in order to throw some stuff away and reorganize the remaining things. At the bottom of the drawer though, do you find some old clothes when you were a baby. It’s been here for years now, after your parents gifted them to you, just in case you’d wanna use them for your future kids. It’s just collecting dust in the bottom of your drawer though, honestly, and you pull the tiny little purple and white checkered onesie out, examining it and the little bonnet underneath with a small frown.
“Who the hell is that for? ‘Cause it sure as hell ain’t fitting your big ass head.” You hear Bakugou call from your bed, your head whipping around to face him and his cheesy little grin. You narrow your eyes and poke your tongue out at him, throwing him the little combo as you turn to get the rest of the baby clothes out.
“Says the one whose head almost tore his mothers cooter in half during birth.” Thank you Mistuki for the information, you think to yourself, smiling an evil little smile that Bakugou frowns softly at.
“And it’s my old baby clothes. My folks gave it to me when I moved out, said I could use it for my own future gremlins.” You smile when you pick up the little yellow booties in your dresser, another little bonnet with a tie underneath the chin, and a pair of shorts that were entirely too cute and tiny. “Think I’m gonna throw it out, though.”
“Why would you do that?” Bakugou asks quietly, suddenly behind you, his chest against your back as he gently plucks the shorts from your hands to examine them closer. You look at him from over your shoulder, at the soft look that falls on his face, how his rough thumb rubs over the still soft material in his hands, how his eyebrows lose their crease and his mouth tilts up just so in the corners.
“We’re not having kids any time soon,” you say, your voice tacking on a silent ‘right?’ at the end of it. Bakugou doesn’t say anything for a long while, but he blinks down at you, looking so ridiculously cute in your pink hat, holding your baby clothes. You hand him the booties in his other hand and he takes them, so gentle, with such care, it makes your stomach do somersaults.
“Maybe we should talk more about that.” He whispers softly, looking at you from under his lashes, his garnet eyes searching your own. You nod though, stroking gently at the shorts he still holds with tender care, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Yeah,” you mutter, leaning up to press your mouth against his own. “Maybe we should.”
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4lph4kidz · 2 years
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something about substance abuse being used to dull the senses of the characters who would know too much to bear otherwise...... like on a literal meta level.....
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kayoi1234 · 2 months
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Learning a new skill will always be hard and it's okay to suck but also I was trying to learn how to skateboard and I fell and now my tail bone feels sad.
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savagebeautyqueen · 5 months
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details in vogue
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