#Affordable Youth T-Shirt

[jargon-official]

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**Family Fashion on T-Shirt Print**T-shirts are a versatile and stylish piece of clothing that can be enjoyed by people of all ages. They are also a great way to show off your family's unique personality and style.

When choosing T-shirt prints for your family, there are a few things to keep in mind. First, consider the style of your family.

Do you prefer classic looks or something more trendy? Once you have a general idea of your style, you can start browsing for prints.There are many different types of family T-shirt prints available. Some popular options include:* **Matching prints:

** This is a great option for families who want to show off their unity. Matching prints can be anything from simple text to elaborate designs.* **Humorous prints:** Humorous prints are a great way to add a touch of fun to your family's wardrobe. They can also be a great way to start a conversation with others.

* **Personalized prints:** Personalized prints are a unique way to show off your family's personality. You can have your family's name, initials, or even a photo printed on your T-shirts.No matter what type of prints you choose, make sure they are made with high-quality materials.

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

Scooby and Batman Youth Art Color Me T-Shirt with Washable Markers

Granny and Grandpa’s Custom Creations Kids art Coloring T-Shirts are for Parties, Family Night and More! Have a great time coloring in our Color Me T-Shirts.

Granny & Grandpa have the perfect arts and crafts coloring T-Shirts for your child; for their birthday party, a gift to a loved one as our Color Me T-Shirts are available in Toddler, Youth, and Adult! Our Color Me T-shirts are not just for children; it is something the whole family can enjoy doing together. Instead of playing video games, watching television have Granny & Grandpa’s Color Me T-shirts out and watch your family’s creativity grow….our Color Me T-shirts are a great activity for a fun family night!

Our coloring t-shirts offer a crafty and fun approach to creating great memories for all ages! Our coloring t-shirts are much better than ordinary coloring book and crayons! What child would pass up the opportunity to color his or her own personalized T-shirt without getting into trouble? The best part is being able to proudly show off their artwork, their creativity not just on the refrigerator in the kitchen, but by wearing it anytime and anywhere…for the World to see! Granny & Grandpa helps your children create keepsakes you will want to save after the t-shirts your children color have been outgrown!

This package includes: T-shirt and one package of Super Washable Markers. If you would like the art work, you will need to purchase permeant marks, as they are not included with this package.

Care Instructions: Machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Just use a permanent or non-permanent fabric marker in the colors you love. Do you love adult coloring books? Great for kids and adults alike. Stay between the lines and color it in like a coloring book. Get creative and make it look like your favorite cartoon coloring in a comic book, mandala, or kaleidoscopes.

We also personalize our Color Me T-shirts, reach out to us today to custom order your Color Me T-shirts!

Granny & Grandpa’s Kids Coloring T-Shirts are for Parties, Family Night and More! Have a great time coloring in our Color Me T-Shirts.

Granny & Grandpa have the perfect arts and crafts coloring T-Shirts for your child; for their birthday party, a gift to a loved one as our Color Me T-Shirts are available in Toddler, Youth, and Adult! Our Color Me T-shirts are not just for children; it is something the whole family can enjoy doing together. Instead of playing video games, watching television have Granny & Grandpa’s Color Me T-shirts out and watch your family’s creativity grow….our Color Me T-shirts are a great activity for a fun family night!

Our coloring t-shirts offer a crafty and fun approach to creating great memories for all ages! Our coloring t-shirts are much better than ordinary coloring book and crayons! What child would pass up the opportunity to color his or her own personalized T-shirt without getting into trouble? The best part is being able to proudly show off their artwork, their creativity not just on the refrigerator in the kitchen, but by wearing it anytime and anywhere…for the World to see! Granny & Grandpa helps your children create keepsakes you will want to save after the t-shirts your children color have been outgrown!

This package includes: T-shirt and one package of Super Washable Markers. If you would like the art work, you will need to purchase permeant marks, as they are not included with this package.

Care Instructions: Machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Just use a permanent or non-permanent fabric marker in the colors you love. Do you love adult coloring books?  Great for kids and adults alike. Stay between the lines and color it in like a coloring book. Get creative and make it look like your favorite cartoon coloring in a comic book, mandala, or kaleidoscopes.

We also personalize our Color Me T-shirts, reach out to us today to custom order your Color Me T-shirts!

[maxellminidisc]

I think people forget that punk didn't just get reduced to an aesthetic by the kids on tiktok or whatever. Like don't get me wrong I hope kids do learn about punk and its roots in homeless and working class youth and the music that basically is at the root of punk as a subculture, but like lol people act like kids today are to blame for that. Kids today are introduced to punk through an already preprocessed, hyper consumptive lense as a result of punk becoming an aesthetic via the fashion industry and corporate interest making it into a pop culture phenomenon for a profitable market that essentially ended up stripping it of its counter cultural or sub cultural nature.

Fashion industry is essentially what caused a great divide between punk's subcultural aesthetic with deep roots in poverty and resourcesfullness vs punk REDUCED to aesthetic with stereotypical hallmark pieces with more popularity amongst the general public as said aesthetic following its decline in media hype. What we know as iconic and quintessential punk looks and templates, like say the Vivienne Westwood tattered sweaters that Sid Vicious wore, her breast t shirt or anything in her and McLaren's famous shop SEX that was used by the most popular punk bands of the time etc were already highly curated, already expensive pieces actual kids in the punk scene could not afford. She is literally credited as commercializing punk lol

Theres a huge fashion culture of creativity and socio political history based entirely on these poor and homeless youths that has often been overshadowed if not just straight up forgotten as a result of how much attention and how much credit designers like Westwood have gotten as like pioneers and shapers of punk fashion and the culture itself which is like ludicrous if you think about it.

Not to mention so much of corporate interest in punk as a profitable music market ended up really dulling the teeth on a lot of artists music. There were still an edge of politics in it but I think there was so much refinement to a lot of the most popular bands that signed with labels that most punks started seeing that as selling out, and what sold out was what became pop culture and started being seen by people within the subculture as anything BUT subcultural.

[in-depth-transsexualism]

I need some of y'all need to get real about the trans men/transmasc male privilege discussions. Because I was literally the “girl” with long hair wearing frilly outfits being told by people online and irl that I had male privilege.

The "trans men and transmascs all have unequivocal male privilege" is so fucked to me. You've essentially told a young me that I'm not really a "man" and not even a "trans man" because I haven't gotten on hormones and passed at all. Is that not it's core transphobic? I thought my own mere self identification was "valid?" What happened to trans men who are feminine are "valid?" Also the very things you expect me to do to "earn" my title, I didn't get any tips from the likes of y'all jumping to tell me about this so called "privilege" I have. When I looked up "trans men" in the search bar, you know what I saw? Not resources on how to afford HRT and where to find binders, but discussions of passing trans men and male privilege. No, I did not have "toxic masculinity" when I had long hair and wore dresses and told people that the "I hate men" and "kill all men" comments made me uncomfortable. I WAS A SCARED TRANS KID, I WAS A TRANS YOUTH. I see the "protect trans kids" t-shirt you wear. I was constantly told by people close to me that I was incredibly kindhearted, only to be told, suddenly told, after I came out I needed to be "a good man." That if I had an issue with that rhetoric I was toxic. I strive to be a good person, regardless of my identity, I always have, but suddenly now as a "trans man" I'm not doing enough. If I squint it looks no different to me than being told being trans is a sin from my own Church Priest. Because that's the only thing that's changed about me.

When I pass? It mostly happens in the dark or in a way when I'm read as a twelve year old effeminate boy. I had someone come up to my friend while we were talking in the dark telling her he "wish he could have me." Within the years I've been out, I've been raped, explicitly because of my gender identity, dealt constantly with "jokes" about hurting me and lots of other shit.

What are you doing about those issues?

Some of y'all need to get so real. Get uncomfortable with cisgender privilege, get uncomfortable acknowledging there are people in your community who are less fortunate than you. And as a disclaimer, I'm not saying these conversations about passing and male privilege aren't worth having. I'm saying they both A, require more nuance, and B as a participant, you need to think about why you're having them. I think they're a shield for some of you to avoid facing something. Maybe it's the non-passing trans men that make you uncomfortable because of your internalized transphobia, maybe it's cisgender privilege, I don't know.

[theemptyartdeco]

Twin Tides (Nate Jacobs)

Summary:

Kaitlyn Arundel, a former prep school princess from New York City, was a pawn in her parents' war of a divorce, had a fire in her that was concealed by a facade of naivety and perfection.

Nate Jacobs is the king of the monsters that once haunted him, a master of control born from his own nightmares.

When their worlds collide, lines blur and reflections emerge, hinting that perhaps, they're not as different as they seem.

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Chapter 2 Calmness amidst the Storm | Kaitlyn

Warning: This chapter contains prejudice, strong pejorative language and internalized misogyny. (Both of them are deeply flawed characters, read at your own discretion.)

Kaitlyn Arundel belonged to everywhere but nowhere.

To the glamorous New York, to the exotic Beijing, to melancholic Vancouver, Kaitlyn came, breathed and lived. She didn’t mind the habitual change of scenery. Why would she ever? She adored the privilege of flying above the world, rainy wooden scent of the northwestern coast, the foreign and mysterious capital of an ancient civilization and the vibrancy and grandeur of the city where dreams were made of.

But finding herself in a Californian suburban town was something that had almost sent her over the edge of anger and despair.

“Sweet daughter, it doesn’t matter whether you are in New York or anywhere else. Diamond shines everywhere it travels to.”

“Don’t you blame it on me. It’s your father’s fault that I can’t afford your private tuitions and ballet training anymore.”

“I will be sending allowance on your card. Don’t you ever worry. It’s your mother I am punishing, not you.”

“Kaitlyn, I’ve looked into your profile, 4.2 GPA, outstanding volunteering experience. Keep your academic records as it is, you will get into college in no time.”

Getting to a college? Is the man fucking serious? I do not belong to some low life community college. I belong to an Ivy.

“Kaitlyn.”

“Kaitlyn.”

“Ms. Arundel.”

“I’m sorry,” She adjusted her skirt, forcing the anger and tears down her throat by smiling gracefully, “Please go on.”

“As I was saying, I know transferring across half the country in the middle of your senior year may unsettling,” the principal continued, the appreciation in his voice now laced with a hint of impatience, “But I assure you, there is no need to be.”

“Thank you, Principal Hayes,” Kaitlyn nodded, putting a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the discreetly ostensible round pearl earring, “To hear this from you offers me great relief.”

Relief my ass.

Every step Kaitlyn took toward the AP Calculus classroom, she felt as if she were Cersei Lannister in Games of Thrones, walking down atonement among stinking peasants of King’s Landing.

Some guys with their poorly arranged shirts smirked at her way, their lustful eyes gazing under her black skirt, while a group of girls whose laughter sounded like those horrendous traffic honking in downtown New York bumped the side of her shoulder, misplacing her expensive shirt.

She peeked back at the the group of girls. Fluorescent pants, their full breasts bouncing blatantly in their tops that served to enhance their youthful sexuality.

They would’ve been sent home, she scoffed, with a slight tilt of her brows, if only this was at the Trinity.

She sat herself in the corner of the first row instead of the centre where she wished to be. She liked attention. Especially the type of attention she receives effortlessly simply by dressing, walking and smiling they way she did. But something about placing in front of twenty ish hormonal teenagers unsettled her. Most importantly, the spot offered her opportunity to observe.

The teacher went on and on about the limit of a function, a notion she had leant in junior year, Kaitlyn’s gaze wandered subtly unnoticeably. One girl was the first of her subject of observation. The makeup on her face was smoky and bold, her winged eyeliner almost reached her brows. She, like almost other girl in East Highland High, wore a short tank top revealing her belly button and petite waist. Then, at least, her eyes finally landed on her breasts, again. They were plump, her round skin rubbed against each other and the rough texture of her top. They captured her attention uncontrollably.

She felt the sensation of her tight, black, push-up bra constraining her flesh like a 19th century corset.

But she loved Victorian corsets.

But it burnt, it hurt.

She returned her mind on the paper, but the image of their horrendous laughter and rude demeanour, the way their breasts bouncing freely and shamelessly played again and again.

Just as she breathed soothingly, preparing to drown herself in the world of mathematics once more, her eyes landed on Nate Jacobs.

Wearing a large blue hoodie, it was obvious in his eyes that his mind was filled with calculations beyond the math.

That night at the carnival, he touched her.

He dared to touch her.

“A lot of men would try to het their hands on a beautiful girl like you. You don’t want to find yourself in that kind of situation.”

Was that a threat?

Nate Jacobs was the image of an archetype she disdained: the arrogant jock, stupid and practically illiterate, actions dictated by sex hormones instead of the brain. Yet the way he spoke to her with the calm and charming mask he had worn , even later that night, the threatening way his gaze locked to that his girlfriend and the way he grabbed her for messing his pride…

For the first time in this dreadful school, Kaitlyn was excited. Among the hormonal driven teenagers, there was a wrestler.

An embodiment of physical strength and strategy.

To be frank, Nate Jacobs had occupied a portion of her mind. A disgust boiled in her stomach as Kaitlyn is recalled the unabashedly greedy look the faces of those pathletic and arrogant high school boys, but Nate Jacobs was everything she liked about men.

Kaitlyn Arundel had made a long mental checklist of the things she liked and disliked about men.

She liked white shirts, crisp and clean, but not the ones that hadn’t seen an iron in weeks.

She liked tall boys, but didn't mind the shorter ones as long as their bodies were in shape.

She hated unkempt appearances, but there was nothing on planet Earth she hated more than fat arms and a round belly.

She liked jeans, snug but not too tight.

She liked sweaters.

She liked confidence, but despised misplaced arrogance, the bluster without the backbone.

She never understood boys who wore makeup, felt it hid more than it showed.

It was one of the things she first noticed about Nate. His confidence didn't just show, it roared.

“Mr. Jacobs, please come with us.”

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Principal Hayes’ voice.

“Maddy fainted, and they found bruises on her neck,” a girl whispered to the person next to her.

“And they think that Nate did it!”

Kaitlyn immediately recalled the image of him dragging Maddy furiously away from the booth after she had called his mom the c word.

To Kaitlyn, the idea of Nate leaving those marks on Maddy wasn’t unsettling. If someone had humiliated her that publicly, she might not have drawn blood, but she'd certainly have sought revenge — maybe by obliterating her future.

An hour later.

“Ms. Arundel, do you consider Nate Jacobs to you a violent individual?”

“No, officer. Nate Jacobs is one of the few who had shown me kindness since my transition to a completely new environment. He is an honest, generous and kind person . I truly believe he wouldn’t do such a thing. He's just not that kind of person.”

Author’s note: after writing this chapter, I realized that her pov, perhaps, is more and disturbing and Nate pov chapters. Even I, the author, got a little disturbed while writing. I know there aren’t as much dramas in the these first two chapters, but I believe it’s essential to take the time to establish their worldviews and give a glimpse of their internal battles. Like Nate, there is a reason why Kaitlyn is the way she is. Her backstory will be explored. Thank you for reading!

Comment pls pls pls! Your comments mean everything to me!

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[euphraisette]

Cosette loves being feminine and adorning herself in dresses and skirts and frilly blouses and cute shoes and doing her hair and makeup and putting bows and ribbons in her hair. She loves embracing this very feminine part of herself because she was so denied it as a young child living with the Thenardiers, they ridiculed her and abused her for any slight inclination she had towards femininity. It's self care for her, all of the primping and self-admiring. But also she sometimes wants to style herself in oversized jeans and Marius's t-shirt and some old converse that she has somewhere in the back of her closet, makeup-less and hair carelessly thrown up into a non-manicured ponytail and not feel like she's losing the part of herself that she fought so hard to regain, not feel like the moment she steps into some leggings and a sweatshirt instead of a skirt and brogues that she'll be ridiculed and admonished and tormented again until she's too self-conscious to ever go back.

Conversely, Eponine would love the opportunity to dress herself up and express her feminine side. She admires all of the dresses and jewellery she sees other girls, especially Cosette, wear; styled with care, ornamenting oneself with love. But she can't afford it, all of her clothes are second-hand (if she's lucky) and she has not the time nor money to purchase the things that she likes, the girly designs of her youth. But what's more, she doesn't feel like she deserves those things. She doesn't feel that she could ever be taken seriously were she to wear a dress or some earrings or some lipstick, as though someone may take one look at her dolled up and just know she's faking, like she's wearing a Halloween costume in April; a pathetic performance of everything she wants to be but can never attain.

But then Eponine and Cosette become friends. They begin swapping clothes, Cosette gives Eponine some old makeup of hers and occasionally does her hair for her. Eponine tells Cosette she looks pretty even when Cosette is wearing Marius's basketball shorts and a sports bra frsh home from the gym, covered in sweat. Cosette lavishes Epoinine with compliments whenever she chooses to borrow a dress, telling her how well it suits her and how she should keep it.

Together, they learn to embrace all of the parts of them that were damaged, and find themselves in each other.

[discountalien-pancake]

Oh my god im going to fight these fucking youtube channels that are like “oh i recreated this [really expensive indie brand dress] for only [absurdly low amount of] dollars!!!”

It’s one thing to be like, “oh I wanted this dress but they don’t have it in exactly the material i want or in a price i can afford, so I’m going to try and make it myself!” It’s another entirely to act like you can remake it for $6 or $5. In fact it’s absurd to act like you can remake it for $50, often.

You have sewing machines. You have sergers. And even if you don’t have a serger you have fancy modern sewing machines that do more than one type of stitch. You are filming this in a designated sewing room full of expensive equipment that the average person does not have and/or know how to use.

But fine, lets talk about the way these brands are priced for moment. Almost all clothing with few exceptions (mostly knit things like socks) remains made by hand. A human being has to run every piece of stitched clothing you own through a sewing machine. This is backbreaking labor. If you’ve never done it, you have no idea how exhausting it is. A home-sewer making individual pieces for personal use has no idea how exhausting it is. My mother and her sisters did piecework for years in their youth. My mother worked in sweatshops when she first came to the US. She made something like $2-3/hr. In other countries that’s more like $2-3/day.

These slow-fashion, sustainable indie clothing brands that pay their workers fair wages for their labor are not overpricing their garments. You are paying for not just the superior quality but also the ethical treatment of garment-industry workers.

And it is completely fine if you see the price tag and know that you cannot afford that dress or shirt or whatever it may be. You cannot make that same dress for $6. You simply cannot. Federal minimum wage in the US is $7.25. Can you make that dress in under an hour? And I’m not talking about just the stitching. Can you pattern, trace, cut, pin, sew, and finish that dress in less than an hour? You might be able to manage that for a t-shirt. Can you do it for a dress with darts, multiple skirt panels, neckline and hem facings, topstitching, and pockets? Can you do it even half as neatly in that one hour?

I do not pretend the things I make are affordable. I do not pretend, even when I am able to thrift my fabric, that this is somehow cheaper than just buying something someone else already made. I find it deeply disingenuous to act like the cost of labor and equipment simply don’t exist.

[isfjmel-phleg]

And if I talk about Grant's civilian fashion sense, I have to talk about Ray's, so here you go.

Unlike Grant, Ray does have a secret identity and is actively trying to maintain his civilian life as much as possible. At one point he thinks he's lost his powers, and his immediate feeling is relief. He doesn't quite have to be dragged kicking and screaming into being a hero, but it takes a lot for him to accept it. So unlike Grant, we see him in ordinary clothes quite frequently, and he undergoes a style evolution that occurs alongside his character arc.

One thing that does stay pretty consistent is that this boy is an absolute fashion plate by 1990s standards.

We're introduced to Ray at the moment when he first leaves his house to deliberately expose himself to daylight and activate his powers. He's just eighteen, so he dresses like a teenager. Very specifically an early 1990s teenager. For someone who has barely ever left his house, he seems to put a lot of effort into maintaining a fashionable appearance. He's got a stylish fade haircut with lightning designs shaved into the sides, a piercing, and that distinctive jacket that will become part of his costume as well as something he wears ordinarily ("either a drum major or a diehard Michael Jackson fan," his mom comments when she first sees him in it).

Lots of overly long T-shirts worn with jeans and chunky sneakers. When he learns how to create light construct clothing (his powers when activated will burn off clothing if not protected, and this leads to a lot of embarrassing situations at first) and needs some civilian clothing to change into, what he creates is possibly one of the most 1990s teenage-boy outfits ever: a football jersey (with his surname on the back) tucked into baggy jeans, chunky sneakers, and a snapback hat worn, of course, backwards. He wears a variety of bright colors, as further seen in some of his shirts that Dinah Lance borrows while crashing at his place after an injury. For someone who grew up in the dark, he's got an eye for color and what suits his coloring.

The one exception to his particular style is a more conservative black suit, which he wears to the funeral of the uncle whom he believed was his dad. It will show up again later in the Annual, also worn to funerals.

So what does all this tell us about him? It indicates his youthfulness, of course, but also that he's image-conscious enough to care a lot about how he presents himself. He grew up in the public eye as "Night Boy" and, as revealed in his narration and thought bubbles, has a lot of private insecurities. Dressing fashionably is a way for him to take some control over how he is perceived by others. If he presents himself as cool, maybe he can feel that he genuinely is.

(The Ray 1992 #1, 2, 4 / The Ray 1994 Annual #1 / Justice League Quarterly #15 / Black Canary 1993 #8)

At the start of his second solo series, Ray is dealing with being out on his own as a technical adult. He has a fast food job that he hates and he lives in a crummy one-room apartment with no refrigerator. And it's not that his fashion sense noticeably changes at this point, but his wardrobe becomes more limited, as if to reflect that he can't afford a lot of clothing anymore. He has his jacket, a few T-shirts, jeans, two types of sneakers (the chunky ones and smaller, more traditional ones for times when he needs to make a more adult impression), and that seems to be about it for much of the start of this series.

When he intends to propose to his childhood best friend, he puts together another aggressively 1990s-teenage-boy look: baggy shirt (with baseball logo) and jeans, those sneakers again, and a varsity-like jacket. "I really am a man now," he says to himself in the narration beside this image--but of course he isn't. He's still dressing like a kid, in a reflection of how in many ways he's still not fully matured. He certainly has no business proposing to anybody at this point, and he will not get a yes when he does.

Shortly afterward, he will leave the Justice League Task Force for personal reasons, and this announcement accompanies another change of clothes--a more sedate brown/burgundy bomber jacket instead of his more flashy band jacket (associated with his costume) over his usual T-shirt and jeans. Circumstances are driving him to the desperation of trying to take responsibility for a situation he created, so he is dressing with the intention of being taken more seriously.

(The Ray 1994 #1-2, Annual #1 / Justice League Task Force #17, 26)

And he goes from there to working for Vandal Savage, which signals a huge change in his entire lifestyle. He has a prestigious office job, a good salary, a luxurious condo, a new haircut, and an extensive wardrobe of boxy, broad-shouldered, aggressively 1990s power suits.

Which, by the way, he is rocking. His palette has shifted to a lot of cool tones--blues, grays, greens--that reflect the coldness that is creeping into his character as a result of this job, along with some pink because why not. (That salmon shirt and teal-and-black tie combo from The Ray 1994 #16? Gorgeous.)

All the same, he's a nineteen-year-old who doesn't really know what he's doing, so despite his fancy pocket squares and gold tie clips, there are little fashion faux pas, like wearing white socks with a suit, or suspenders and a belt simultaneously. This isn't who he really is. It's an act.

The more casual clothes almost completely disappear; there's one case of a pale green jacket and purple shirt with jeans and sneakers, worn while mowing his mom's lawn. As time goes on and he's starting to feel more conflicted about his life choices, the suits start to be paired with more casual turtlenecks (very stylish in the 90s). The last civilian ensemble of his solo features this but dispenses with the suit in favor of a winter jacket--more casual but definitely more mature and darker-toned than what he used to wear. An apt reflection of the conclusion of his arc.

(The Ray 1994 #15-22, 24 / Justice League Task Force #27, 29)

From here on, it's off to Canceled Comic Limbo and almost no appearances for him in civilian attire. He is constantly in costume with Young Justice (like the rest of the team is most of the time). His various Freedom Fighters stints have a few clothing changes, I think, but they're not paired with any significant characterization. The current continuity's Ray is a completely different person and not relevant to this discussion.

His second solo is, of course, about a guy who needs a refrigerator. But at the same time, it's about a young adult who needs to learn to dress like a grown-up. Not cosplay as one in a giant suit, but to bring his own persona into the next stage of his life.

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

Bulldozer Color Me Youth Art T-Shirt with Washable Markers

Bulldozer Color Me Youth Unisex T-Shirt with washable markers.

Granny & Grandpa’s Kids Coloring T-Shirts are for Parties, Family Night and More! Have a great time coloring in our Color Me T-Shirts.

Granny & Grandpa have the perfect arts and crafts coloring T-Shirts for your child; for their birthday party, a gift to a loved one as our Color Me T-Shirts are available in Toddler, Youth, and Adult! Our Color Me T-shirts are not just for children; it is something the whole family can enjoy doing together. Instead of playing video games, watching television have Granny & Grandpa’s Color Me T-shirts out and watch your family’s creativity grow….our Color Me T-shirts are a great activity for a fun family night!

Our coloring t-shirts offer a crafty and fun approach to creating great memories for all ages! Our coloring t-shirts are much better than ordinary coloring book and crayons! What child would pass up the opportunity to color his or her own personalized T-shirt without getting into trouble? The best part is being able to proudly show off their artwork, their creativity not just on the refrigerator in the kitchen, but by wearing it anytime and anywhere…for the World to see! Granny & Grandpa helps your children create keepsakes you will want to save after the t-shirts your children color have been outgrown!

This package includes: T-shirt and one package of Super Washable Markers. If you would like the art work, you will need to purchase permeant marks, as they are not included with this package.

Care Instructions: Machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Just use a permanent or non-permanent fabric marker in the colors you love. Do you love adult coloring books? Great for kids and adults alike. Stay between the lines and color it in like a coloring book. Get creative and make it look like your favorite cartoon coloring in a comic book, mandala, or kaleidoscopes.

We also personalize our Color Me T-shirts, reach out to us today to custom order your Color Me T-shirts!

Bulldozer Color Me Youth Unisex T-Shirt with washable markers.

Granny & Grandpa’s Kids Coloring T-Shirts are for Parties, Family Night and More! Have a great time coloring in our Color Me T-Shirts.

Granny & Grandpa have the perfect arts and crafts coloring T-Shirts for your child; for their birthday party, a gift to a loved one as our Color Me T-Shirts are available in Toddler, Youth, and Adult! Our Color Me T-shirts are not just for children; it is something the whole family can enjoy doing together. Instead of playing video games, watching television have Granny & Grandpa’s Color Me T-shirts out and watch your family’s creativity grow….our Color Me T-shirts are a great activity for a fun family night!

Our coloring t-shirts offer a crafty and fun approach to creating great memories for all ages! Our coloring t-shirts are much better than ordinary coloring book and crayons! What child would pass up the opportunity to color his or her own personalized T-shirt without getting into trouble? The best part is being able to proudly show off their artwork, their creativity not just on the refrigerator in the kitchen, but by wearing it anytime and anywhere…for the World to see! Granny & Grandpa helps your children create keepsakes you will want to save after the t-shirts your children color have been outgrown!

This package includes: T-shirt and one package of Super Washable Markers. If you would like the art work, you will need to purchase permeant marks, as they are not included with this package.

Care Instructions: Machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Tumble dry low.

Just use a permanent or non-permanent fabric marker in the colors you love. Do you love adult coloring books? Great for kids and adults alike. Stay between the lines and color it in like a coloring book. Get creative and make it look like your favorite cartoon coloring in a comic book, mandala, or kaleidoscopes.

We also personalize our Color Me T-shirts, reach out to us today to custom order your Color Me T-shirts!

[enkisstories]

TROS ends with showing us that Rey has grown all wise and solemn, but for crying out loud, she's twenty and should really get a chance to enjoy her youth.

Imagine this AU:

Finn and Hux (if he survived/jumped ship) never had the chance to pick favorite outfits, only ever got dressed efficiently. Rey had to take what she could afford/was available. As for Ben, he got apprenticed as a Jedi at the age of ten, so not much silly teenagehood to look back to for him either (and in fact, it SHOWS in his behaviour). Meanwhile Rose and Poe grew up in small colonies, and mail order doesn't really seem to be a thing in Star Wars, so they probably never owned something as simple as Forbidden Cats in a box t-shirt.

They all go shopping together on Coruscant and everyone ends up in a geeky t-shirt, eating their first (or first in a long time) fucking giant sundae.

[radio-free-beth-sarim]

I'm currently sitting on the boardwalk in Ocean City, MD. My family has always taken vacations here, and coming here as an adult is basically just me doing all the things I used to do as a kid, but also the things I wanted to because I couldn't... I was a kid. For a long time I just couldn't afford a vacation. I was bound to my job at the cost of my health. And that led to me getting sick when I just wasn't taking care of myself. Being as sick as I was, I wasn't sure I would ever come back here. There was no guarantee I'd recover, and a good possibility I would be dead by now. So I see being here as a triumph on several fronts. I can now afford to take a vacation, and I am now healthy enough to make it here.

Often I would entertain the idea that I was actually dead, watching the world from the afterlife as it just moved on past me. I came back to a world just similar enough to be familiar but different enough to feel like I'm out of place. I felt like a space alien when I tried to swipe my debit card at the supermarket the first time and they told me to tap. And I was just like "that works?"

I told the cashier I was "gone for a while" and they gave me a strange look. I can only imagine they thought I was just out of prison. I tell people now that "I spent five years dead for tax purposes" and that usually gets either a laugh, or a stranger look than the implication I was in prison. A win for me either way.

But returning to places after the passage of such time is bittersweet no matter the circumstances, and being on the Ocean City boardwalk is a good feeling but one that carries a twinge of sadness.

Arcades have always been my happy place. From the Dundalk skateland that had a Darkstalkers machine and an MVS cabinet to Aladdin's Castle where I spent so much money playing DDR, I always felt so at home and comfortable in those spaces. So being back at the boardwalk for the first time in so long, I had to go to the arcades here. I walked along the boardwalk, and man, it's different but in all of the important ways nothing changed. The weird t-shirts. The Thrashers fries. They're selling deep fried oreos now which I am sure is delicious, but the things that would do to my intestinal tract make me cringe in horror.

I stopped at just about every arcade on the way. All of them left me disappointed that they weren't like what I remember. It's all ticket games, coin pushers, or claw machine variants. If they're actual video games they're reworked versions of old school games like frogger or space invaders, or mobile games. I don't mean to sound all boomer about this, like these kids just don't know, that's not what I am complaining about. I saw a lot of kids having a ton of fun, and it was so good to see. The laughter and joy was a delight, and being in such a place is a wonderful experience. Somewhere among those kids is someone building those core happy memories that will make them love the place like I did. Arcades are an important space where, as the great Charles Entertainment Cheese once said, a kid can be a kid. And going to an arcade makes me feel like a kid again.

But being there was also a stark reminder that I am no longer young. The arcades I remember are out of fashion. Those games are niche now. They don't make it to America often, let alone the Ocean City boardwalk. I made it to Sportland, one of the arcades I went to most frequently. I saw more of the same coin pushers and ticket machines. The place changed. Of course it had. Everything changes. But I mourned those days. In a way I was mourning my youth. I found a single neglected Tekken 3 machine and made my Person play me in a first to five. They 5-0'd me. That's how bad I am at Tekken, I got 5-0'd by someone that doesn't play fighting games. But it was fun, and they were a good sport. I also let a kid beat me in Mario Kart, so that was cool. The kid had to be like 10-12. He was happy, and that made me feel good. I won my Person a weird sonic plush, too. I had a good time! A great time! But as I walked out of Sportland with that bittersweet feeling in my chest, I looked over at Marty's Playland, THE arcade I used to spend most of my time at, and I couldn't bring myself to go in. I need it to be just the same as I remember, even though I know it isn't. I need there to be a place unchanged by time, exactly as I remember it, even if it exists only in my mind. And I know that's not reality anymore.

Maybe this is what W.B. Yeats meant when he wrote "There is no country for old men."

But I saw a kid in an Electric Wizard shirt so there is definitely hope for the future somewhere.

[fictionalgainer]

Adam's story Part II

Adam's life continued its downward spiral, yet his outward demeanor remained as cocky and overconfident as ever. He clung to the belief that he could easily bounce back to his former glory, refusing to acknowledge the stark reality of his situation. The drastic change in his diet, a consequence of his tightened budget, went largely unnoticed by him in terms of its impact. Cheap, high-carb foods replaced the balanced, nutritious meals he used to consume, significantly altering his calorie intake and nutritional balance.

Adam's new job as a cashier was physically demanding, draining him of the energy once reserved for his rigorous workout sessions. He convinced himself that as long as he controlled his portion sizes, he could maintain his physique with fewer workouts. This belief, however, was a miscalculation.

Unbeknownst to him, his youthful advantage of a fast metabolism, which had once allowed him to eat without worrying about weight gain, was no longer in play. The combination of a carb-heavy diet, reduced physical activity, and natural metabolic changes due to aging began to silently take effect. His once prominent abs gradually faded, giving way to an accumulation of fat.

It wasn't until after a week-long holiday, spent mostly at home, that the reality of his physical transformation hit him. For the first time, Adam noticed that his t-shirts no longer covered his entire belly. His once-fitted pants now created a muffin top, and he had to suck in his stomach just to button them up. His clothes felt uncomfortably tight, a stark reminder of the changes his body had undergone.

What baffled Adam was that his weight seemed to have remained relatively stable, yet his body composition had shifted dramatically. The lean muscle that had once defined his body was now replaced by fat. This revelation marked a turning point for Adam, confronting him with the consequences of his lifestyle choices and the hard truth that his body wasn't immune to change.

The harsh realization that he had outgrown all his clothes hit Adam like a ton of bricks. As he rummaged through his wardrobe, a sense of disbelief washed over him. Each pair of jeans, every shirt, even his most forgiving clothes seemed to have shrunk – or so he wished to believe. The truth, however, was starkly different: it was his body that had changed, not the clothes.

With limited options and a tight budget, Adam knew he couldn't afford a new wardrobe. He was stuck with what he had. Determined to make it work, he picked out an outfit for the day, a task that had never been so daunting. As he lay on the couch, he sucked in his belly with all his might, struggling to fasten the button of his pants. The fabric strained against his waist, the seams threatening to give way. Every movement he made was a gamble, the pants uncomfortably tight, often slipping down to expose his butt, a humiliating new reality for someone who once prided himself on his appearance.

Next came the challenge with his shirt. It barely covered his now protruding belly. Desperate, Adam tried tucking it in, holding his breath to pull the fabric down. But the moment he let go, the shirt would spring up, the bottom hem creeping above his waistline, exposing his belly. It was a futile effort, a battle between his expanding waistline and the shrinking fabric.

Frustrated and embarrassed, Adam decided to call in sick. The thought of facing the world in clothes that screamed his personal failures was unbearable. Confined to his apartment, his emotions spiraled into despair. In an attempt to find some solace, he turned to food, something he had never resorted to before. Binge eating became his escape, his refuge from the harsh reality of his life.

Adam's week-long binge eating spree left him in a predicament he never imagined he'd face. With his food supplies depleted, he had no choice but to return to work, a daunting prospect given the physical transformation he had undergone. The extra 5kg he had gained, a result of his unchecked eating, added a new layer of complexity to his already troubled life.

The morning ritual of getting dressed for work, once a mindless task, had now become a significant challenge. Adam attempted his usual trick of lying down on the couch and sucking in his belly to button up his pants, but to his dismay, the button and hole refused to meet. The fabric strained, stretched to its limit, offering no more concessions to his expanding waistline. It was a disheartening moment, a stark reminder of how much his body had changed.

His shirt was no different. The days of effortlessly tucking it in were long gone. Now, even the act of sucking in his belly proved futile. The fabric clung to his body, outlining his newly acquired curves, the hem persistently riding up to reveal his belly. In a desperate bid for decency, Adam decided to don a pair of sweatpants, fully aware that they were against the dress code at work. But he had no other choice; his regular clothes had betrayed him.

The sweatpants, though more forgiving than his jeans, were not without their own issues. They too were tight, clinging to his hips and thighs, and had an annoying tendency to slide down, embarrassingly exposing large portions of his butt. To combat this, Adam ingeniously decided to wear a belt over his shirt, an attempt to keep it tucked in and maintain some semblance of dignity.

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Young Black Voters Motivated By Issues, Not Candidates - Capital B Atlanta

It’s a late Saturday morning at Fort Valley State University, and Jayden Williams is sounding the alarm like Dap Dunlap in “School Daze.”

“Knock knock! It’s time to vote!” the 19-year-old shouted inside a residence hall just before noon in mid-September. Williams serves as the youth and college division president for the Georgia NAACP. He and his team members spent about 20 minutes venturing through the building’s third-floor corridor, knocking on every door.

Several drowsy students wearing scarfs, bonnets, and du rags cracked open their doors and poked their heads out. FVSU freshman class president Kennedy McIntyre was there to greet some of them. Moments later, dozens of students flooded a first-floor common area before making their way outside and across the lush, freshly landscaped campus during the hot and sunny day. Williams, McIntyre, and campus NAACP president Aniya Warfield led the way.

Their destination was a grassy field across the street from Wildcat Stadium where voter engagement activists from the Black Voters Matter Fund, the NAACP, the ACLU, Represent Georgia and Georgia Stand-Up, among other groups, had set up tents and tables to catch the attention of people who came to watch the school’s undefeated football team take on the Allen University Yellow Jackets.

A DJ blasted southern rap music while some students stood in line for Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Others couldn’t resist snapping selfies in front of the eye-catching Black Voters Matter charter bus parked nearby. FVSU’s Blue Machine Marching Band and drill team members strolled down a nearby street as volunteers passed out Black Voters Matter T-shirts, drawstring backpacks, bracelets, and other swag to students and alumni.

This was day two of the Black Youth Renaissance Tour, a collaborative, nonpartisan, get-out-the-vote effort organized by Black Voters Matter and several of its local grassroots partners.

The goal of the five-day caravan and charter bus trek to six HBCU campuses across the state — beginning a day prior at Albany State University on Sept. 16 and ending at the Atlanta University Center on Sept. 20 — was to register and energize as many Black students as possible before Nov. 8.

All of the fanfare — the fancy bus, the music, the ice cream, and the free apparel — is designed to attract crowds, particularly young, Black potential voters.

Georgia’s last gubernatorial matchup in 2018 was decided by fewer than 55,000 votes. Since then, at least 1.6 million more people have registered to vote across the state. An additional crop of potential new voters resides at the state’s HBCU campuses. FVSU alone has a population of more than 3,000 students, most of whom are adults between the ages of 18 and 34.

That demographic group of young voters cast ballots in record numbers in 2020 and last year, helping Democrats in Georgia secure landmark victories in the process. Young and rural Black voters are expected to play pivotal roles in the outcome of this year’s midterm contests as well, despite being among the least motivated groups.

Violent crime, COVID, monkeypox, lack of affordable housing, low-wage employment, hospital closures, student loans, higher utility bills, and overall inflation are some of the major issues disproportionately impacting Black Georgians this midterm election season.

BVM’s Georgia state organizing manager Melinee Calhoun is one of the activists who’ve worked tirelessly in recent years to mobilize the state’s rural Black population. She acknowledged that Black voters she’s encountered this year aren’t as energized as they were during the past two election cycles.

“People aren’t as motivated right now, but that’s why we’re pushing hard,” Calhoun said.

Represent Georgia Executive Director Kimberlyn Carter also recognized the frustrations that Black voters she’s encountered this year have expressed. Many voters in rural parts of the state voted for the first time ever during previous election cycles, only to have problems plaguing their communities get worse during the pandemic economy.

“Every presidential year, we go, ‘This is the election of the lifetime,’” Carter said. “We have gotten voters to the point where, ‘OK, we’re tired of hearing that.’”

Focused on issues, not candidates

Many students who participated in the voter engagement festivities said they don’t usually follow politics closely. Some were only vaguely familiar with household names like Gov. Brian Kemp, Stacey Abrams, Raphael Warnock, and Herschel Walker.

But most were aware of and concerned about the issues affecting their state and local communities. One major issue was the recent reinstatement of Georgia’s 2019 abortion restriction law following the U.S. Supreme Court’s overturn of Roe v. Wade, which had a galvanizing effect on young voters this summer.

“Once those rights have been taken away from you, it kind of makes it harder on you,” said Albany State University sophomore Chasely Sellers. 

Some time before Election Day, BVM will mail those pledge forms back to those who signed them to remind them of their promise and the campaign issues they said they care about the most.

BVM also works with volunteer residence hall captains on campus to ensure students have what they need to vote on or before Election Day.

“If they need a ride to the polls, their hall captain is going to ensure that,” Miller said. “If they need to vote by mail, their hall captain ensures that they get that vote by mail application.”

Freshman BreAnna Mitchell, 18, was one of the FVSU students who registered to vote for the first time. The nursing major said addressing gun violence is her top issue this year following the fatal shooting of her cousin in Atlanta three years ago.

Mitchell recalled Kemp enacting a law earlier this year that made it legal for “lawful weapons carriers” to carry concealed handguns without a permit.

“It should be illegal to carry a gun,” she said. “Even if you have a license, you just shouldn’t have it.”

Addressing gun violence was a recurring desire for students and activists throughout the five-day tour. One of those people was FVSU freshman Tynika Howell, 18, whose family moved from Buffalo, New York, to nearby Warner Robins, Georgia, about five years ago.

Howell recalled a 13-year-old boy being arrested and charged in Warner Robins last year in the fatal shooting of his own mother.

“When I was in high school, there were 15-year-olds with guns,” she said. “There is no reason anybody 13, 14, 15 should have a gun in my opinion.”

‘We have no jobs’

Catholine Walton, 31, was more focused on getting her new podcast idea up and running than who’s running for office when BVM activists did some door-to-door canvassing in her Buena Vista neighborhood on Sept. 18.

The Blessed Crown Beauty Supply store she opened in March 2020 recently closed due to slow business caused by the pandemic, she said. Walton suggested financial literacy and entrepreneurship are better paths to empowering Black folks than politics.

“If we are not out here being a part of the system making money, putting jobs into the community, I mean, what do we really benefit from whoever is in [office]?” she said.

Like many Black residents in Buena Vista, Jade Kendrick sees the poor local job market as a major concern. The 26-year-old is a stay-at-home mother of two who said she’s been unemployed for about a year after dropping out of nursing school at Valdosta Tech to take care of her children amid the pandemic.

“We have no jobs for moms down here who don’t have help,” she said. “We need more babysitting. We need more income, period, for moms who don’t get it.”

An Atlanta Journal-Constitution poll from September showed Abrams receiving about 80% support from Black voters who were surveyed. Black voters tend to favor Democrats by an overwhelming margin in most elections. Abrams received 93% of the Black vote during her first matchup against Kemp in 2018. 

Georgia and beyond

The largest crowds on the bus tour occurred at the AUC in Atlanta on Sept. 20, where hundreds of students from Clark Atlanta University, Morehouse College, and Spelman College participated in National Voter Registration Day festivities. 

Members of a local Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc. chapter led a step show in front of CAU’s student center during the early afternoon.

Louisiana native Rayven Bryant, 19, is a sophomore at Spelman who said she plans to vote absentee in her home state’s midterm elections this year. She’s most concerned about abortion rights after a Louisiana judge blocked a trigger law from taking effect in July following the Supreme Court’s overturn of Roe v. Wade.

“Just being on campus with women, it’s always very hard to continuously see us be oppressed,” Bryant said. “My heart is still in Louisiana. … I want to be an active part of those politics and changing those issues as well.”

Several of the students who showed up for the fun were already registered to vote in other states, which Miller said is common at HBCU campuses.

“They don’t have to change their voter registration because they still are impacted by issues in their home state, but what we do is we give them a plan and a pledge to vote wherever they are,” she said. “Hopefully, a majority will choose to register here. Most college students stay in the state where they went to school or graduated from college.”

Morehouse senior Jalen Curry is a Rock Hill, South Carolina, native who plans to vote absentee in his home state.

“I think right now it’s very hard just to live,” he said. “It’s hard to go to school. It’s hard to get a job. It’s hard to find somewhere to stay. It’s just hard to exist.”

[hermitcreep]

🔪Preparations - FULL FIC AFTER JUMP🔪

Pairing: Billy Loomis/Stu Macher

Summary: It's two years after the first string of murders and the two original Ghostface killers find themselves not only alive, but preparing for another spree. Practice makes perfect, right?

Word Count: 1,625

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[1998]

"There's a new Ghostface, you know? I saw that shit on the news."

"Yeah, they've really taken the heat off us. --Not that anyone thought we were still alive. Heh."

Something about the way Stu ate oranges always made Billy feel feral. The way his fingers held sections of four speared pieces and how his lips wrapped around them, tearing them across the middle--it made Billy feel a spectrum of emotions that nothing else did, the sudden urge to practice stabbing filling him like an addict's need for a fix. That wet sound. The juice dripping off of his chin. Predatory.

"Do you have to eat like that?" Billy asked aloud after a moment. The snarl of his lip feigned disgust, but there was a deeper part of him that felt a twinge that was not unfamiliar to him. The feeling made him irritable, his haunches tightening as he shifted his weight on the bar he sat upon. Legs spread, the brooding youth found himself clad in black cargo pants and combat boots that knocked against the sides of the island idly. Biceps flexing beneath the white fabric of his t-shirt, Billy held fast to the hunting knife with his right hand, precariously placed over his lap, his left thumb testing the sharpness of the blade--suggestive.

"Why? It's good." "Come on, Billy. I'm almost done with it." Stu said, his eyes nearly crossing as he focused on the fruit, bringing it to his mouth again, teeth hungrily ripping through its meat. Billy felt every bite in his naval.

"Fine, but when you're done we are going to practice stabbing on that watermelon I bought today." Billy said without looking up from his spot. The pad of his thumb was turning white from superficial cuts, but the texture amused him, so he didn't stop, "I can't have you going shallow again. Neither of us can afford it." With his head tipped down, his damp-looking hair fell about his brows, veiling him, "I'm trying to be fatal...not see how many times we can stab someone without actually killing them."

Billy slowly lifted his gaze then, just in time to see Stu finish with the fruit, the male licking at his fingers to free the tips of a bit of sugary stickiness. Satisfied with cleaning as much citrus from the digits as he could, the taller male took to traversing the area, opening the refrigerator to procure the melon. Turning on heel, Stu's coordination began to slip and he nearly dropped the melon from his grip, his still sticky, slightly damp hands not offering the best of grips.

"Idiot, just sit it down." Billy's words broke the tension between them, the silence having become pregnant with the possibility of the watermelon shattering against the tile floor of the kitchen. Seemingly unbothered by the ridiculing, Stu sat the melon upright and Billy licked his lips at the prospect of sinking the blade into that flesh. There was something cathartic about the act of stabbing, the plunging of that blade being the only thing that made Billy feel truly alive--the resistance of the skin as it sunk being the second.

Billy slipped off the counter in a fluid motion, hitting the ground with the heavy thud of his boots. Hips swaying ever so slightly, he moved toward the melon, wrapping a hand around the green flesh of it before he would lean down, lips against it, "Shhhh..."The sound was nauseatingly quiet and when his free hand forced the hunting knife into the melon, its skin wept in resistance, pink water rushing to the countertop. Billy tipped his head back, sinking the knife to the hilt, and for a split second, that melon was a woman under his palm.

Watching, Stu felt that stab in his groin. His eyes lit up and focused, a direct gesture that was not often a characteristic of the chaotic, flamboyant male. Jaw going slack and ears lifting with the tenseness of his neck and shoulders, Stu felt his mouth become dry. He was transfixed--he wanted to see the man blood-splattered in the pitch of the night, watch him laugh as others took their last breath. That was when he was most beautiful.

The lack of reaction from the taller male signalled to Billy that Stu was probably distracted. He turned his head slowly and shifted to right his posture. Billy lifted his brows, the skin puffing around the gunshot scar in the center of his forehead, "What?" He asked as he pulled the knife slowly from the watermelon, the fluid rushing out around and after it obscenely.

"Nothing. It's just...I mean--" Stu chuckled, the sound catching in his throat behind a hesitant lump. He fidgeted and gestured to the melon, then to the knife, "--that'll do it."

"Yeah? You want to make sure?" Billy turned his torso and his hips slowly followed, "I could try it on you." Those words struck Stu and he felt fear and excitement lock themselves together in his gut, turning it. Billy took several steps towards the male, walking him into the counter, Stu's backside hitting it densely. Billt's hand lifted and he shooed the male's robe open and pushed up Stu's white tank-top with a smooth gesture, the knife brandished to push against the supple flesh of a hip, "Make sure I'm deadly." Billy leaned in, a breath between them, that knife grazing the tender flesh near a very nerve damaged scar.

"You're so deadly." Stu croaked, his hip twitching under the sharp blade. Billy let a smile pass over him, one that would quickly change as he dropped his gaze between them, settling to look upon the raging hard-on Stu was sporting--the dense shape having lewdly tented the thin fabric of his pants between them.

Billy scoffed, "Really, man?" He asked, glancing from that predicament to Stu's face, brows lifting.

Stu could have flailed if Billy weren't so close. He inhaled audibly and tensed, "What man?! You know how this shit gets to me. How it gets me going! And you're just---" He looked between them as well, though he was far more focused on the knife and the hand that pressed it.

"Oh yeah?" The moment afforded Billy the opportunity to play a bit, "How about this?" He asked, slowly moving the knife along the hem of those pants, a hairline cut appearing on white skin, the blood pooling ever so slightly. Dragging it gently toward the center, Billy would tip it up, showing his intent to enter them and touch far more sensitive flesh.

"That's not funny, dude. I..." Stu's lips asked Billy to stop, but that cock begged him to continue.

"I never said it was funny." Billy said, fully focused on the way the hunting knife moved, "You survived it once." He said nonchalantly, tipping his head back up to Stu, fully making eye contact with him. There was always something off about the look in those eyes. It was like a shark that smelled blood--or perhaps a demon drunk on the scent of a virgin--and that always fucked with Stu's head in the most intoxicating way.

"Yeah, man, but I almost died. I bled a lot." He swallowed what saliva he could muster, "I think you hit something vital."

"Damn right I did." Billy said, pushing the blade a bit more before removing it entirely. Putting distance between them, he would slowly walk backward toward the bar once more, which was only a few feet in front of Stu, behind Billy himself. When the backs of his hips struck the island, his hands would drop to the hem of his t-shirt, one still brandishing the knife. Lifting the white fabric slowly, he would show the flat of his abdomen, the pretty trail of black hair and scattered little scars abound.

Stu licked his lips, transfixed. He fumbled forward and immediately pushed Billy harder against the bar, putting the full weight of himself on the smaller male. It hurt Billy's lungs, made them burn, but he rather liked it. Stu kissed at Billy's neck, his hands roaming, pulling at the seams and hems of the black cargo pants. It was awkward in the best way, fatally romantic in its chaos. Billy could smell oranges and musk on the taller male and it sent him spiraling, hips only giving the softest of resistance, though they pressed right back. Billy let his eyes roll to the side, his gaze landing on the Ghostface mask nearby, its siren song seducing him immediately.

Flashes of soft flesh under his hands, the tear of the knife and the gnashing of teeth. He could hear a door's lock and the ringing of a telephone, the click of the voice changer and the start of a VHS tape. Stu's hands became more rough and a rutting test gave way to a dense grind--and Billy felt the tight snap of bloodlust take him.

"After." Billy said, voice thicker, deeper.

"Mmf...What?" Stu spoke against Billy's neck, the column hot and Billy's pulse a needy thrumming.

"I said after." Billy reiterated sternly.

Stu leaned back, their noses touching, "Come on, man." He chuckled, "You've already got me--"

"I said after!" Billy said loudly, shoving Stu back. The second slid on socked feet, but managed to right himself in two steps. Billy moved from the spot, grabbing the mask and knife before walking out of the room, intent and the prospect of murder on his heels.

Stu stood alone then, glancing down the line of his own body, vision stopping at the aching need that remained neglected. He dropped his shoulders and sighed, dropping his head back dramatically, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

[To Be Continued?]

[zodiaczuka]

The Evolution and Significance of Casual Wear

Introduction

Casual wear, often characterized by comfort and simplicity, has become an integral part of modern wardrobes across the globe. Over the centuries, casual wear has evolved from simple work attire to a diverse range of styles reflecting cultural trends, technological advancements, and changing societal norms. This article explores the history, development, and importance of casual wear, emphasizing its influence on fashion and society.

Historical Background

The concept of casual wear is relatively modern, emerging prominently in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Before this period, clothing mainly served a functional purpose and was influenced by one's social status.

The Industrial Revolution played a significant role in changing these dynamics. As factories and urbanization grew, so did the need for practical clothing that could withstand the rigors of work.

In the 19th century, working-class men wore simple trousers and shirts, while women donned long skirts and blouses. These garments were made from durable fabrics like cotton and wool, reflecting the practical needs of the time. The idea of clothing as a form of self-expression was limited to the upper classes, who could afford elaborate and fashionable attire.

The Birth of Casual Wear

The early 20th century saw significant societal changes, including the rise of leisure activities and a growing middle class. This period marked the beginning of casual wear as we know it today. The 1920s, often referred to as the Roaring Twenties, brought a shift in fashion with the introduction of looser, more relaxed clothing styles. Women began wearing shorter skirts and looser dresses, while men embraced more relaxed suits and trousers.

The Great Depression of the 1930s reinforced the need for practical and affordable clothing. During this time, casual wear became more common as people sought durable and versatile garments. Introducing synthetic fabrics like rayon provided more affordable options, further popularizing casual styles.

Post-War Changes and the Rise of Denim

The post-World War II era saw a significant shift in fashion. The war had a democratizing effect on clothing, as military uniforms inspired functional and practical designs. The introduction of denim jeans as casual wear became a defining moment in fashion history. Originally designed as workwear for miners and cowboys in the late 19th century, jeans became a symbol of rebellion and youth culture in the 1950s and 1960s. Icons such as James Dean and Marlon Brando made jeans popular, cementing their role casually.

The 1960s and 1970s were times of significant cultural change, and fashion reflected these shifts. The counterculture movements embraced casual wear as a rejection of traditional norms. Hippie fashion, characterized by bell-bottom jeans, tie-dye shirts, and ethnic-inspired garments, reflected a desire for freedom and self-expression. The rise of rock and roll and the influence of musicians further propelled casual wear into the mainstream.

The Evolution of Casual Wear in the Late 20th Century

The late 20th century saw the diversification of casual wear into various substyles and trends. The 1980s were marked by bold colors, oversized silhouettes, and the rise of athletic wear as casual attire. Brands such as Nike and Adidas became widely recognized, making tracksuits and sneakers essential components of casual fashion.

The 1990s brought a grunge aesthetic, characterized by flannel shirts, ripped jeans, and a generally unkempt look. This trend, popularized by bands like Nirvana, was a reaction against the excesses of the 1980s. At the same time, the hip-hop culture brought baggy jeans, oversized T-shirts, and sportswear into mainstream fashion.

The rise of technology in the late 20th and early 21st centuries also influenced casual wear. The tech industry's informal dress code, often referred to as "Silicon Valley casual," emphasized comfort and practicality. This shift was epitomized by tech leaders like Steve Jobs, who popularized the black turtleneck and jeans as a uniform.

Contemporary Casual Wear

Today, casual wear encompasses a wide range of styles and influences, reflecting the diverse and globalized nature of fashion. The lines between casual and formal wear have blurred, with many people opting for more relaxed and versatile clothing even in professional settings. Athleisure, a trend that combines athletic wear with everyday fashion, has become particularly popular, driven by a focus on health and wellness.

Sustainability has also become a significant factor in contemporary casual wear. Consumers are increasingly conscious of the environmental impact of their clothing choices, leading to a rise in eco-friendly and ethical fashion brands. Organic cotton, recycled materials, and sustainable production practices are now important considerations for many shoppers.

The Cultural Significance of Casual Wear

Casual wear has always been more than just clothing; it is a reflection of cultural and societal changes. Throughout history, casual wear has symbolized freedom, rebellion, and individuality. It has provided a platform for individuals to express themselves and push against conventional norms.

In many ways, casual wear has democratized fashion. It has made style accessible to a wider audience, breaking down the barriers between different social classes. Casual wear allows people to express their personalities and preferences without the constraints of formal dress codes.

The Future of Casual Wear

As we look to the future, several trends are likely to shape the evolution of casual wear. Technology will continue to play a significant role, with innovations such as smart fabrics and wearable tech becoming more integrated into everyday clothing. The rise of virtual fashion and digital wardrobes may also influence how we think about and engage with casual wear.

The influence of global cultures will continue to diversify casual wear. As people travel more and the world becomes increasingly interconnected, fashion will draw inspiration from a broader range of cultural traditions and styles. This fusion of influences will create new and exciting possibilities for casual wear.

Conclusion

Casual wear has come a long way from its humble beginnings as practical work attire. It has evolved through the decades, influenced by cultural shifts, technological advancements, and changing societal norms. Today, casual wear is a staple of modern wardrobes, offering comfort, versatility, and a means of self-expression.

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Embracing Elegance: Modest Maxi Skirts for Every Occasion

In a world where fashion trends often prioritize boldness and exposure, modest fashion has carved out a significant niche, celebrating elegance and dignity. Among the essentials in this realm are modest maxi skirts, which offer a perfect blend of style, comfort, and coverage. Whether you're a young lady looking to express your fashion sense modestly, a hijabi seeking stylish and respectful attire, or someone preparing for church, there's a perfect modest maxi skirt for you. Let’s explore the variety and versatility of these skirts, including the latest New Look maxi skirt sale.

Modest Maxi Skirts for Young Ladies

Young ladies today are redefining what it means to be stylish and modest. Modest maxi skirts have become a wardrobe staple, offering both versatility and a chic aesthetic. These skirts can be paired with a variety of tops, from casual t-shirts to elegant blouses, making them suitable for different occasions. Floral patterns, pastel shades, and vibrant colors are particularly popular, adding a youthful and fresh vibe to the overall look. The key is to find skirts that are not only fashionable but also comfortable, allowing for ease of movement and all-day wear.

Modest Skirts for Hijabis

For hijabis, modest skirts are a crucial part of their wardrobe, providing the necessary coverage while allowing for personal expression through fashion. Maxi skirts, in particular, are favored for their length and flowy nature. They can be paired with long-sleeved tops and hijabs in complementary colors and patterns to create a cohesive and stylish outfit. Whether it’s a solid-colored skirt for a classic look or a patterned one for a bit of flair, there are endless options to suit every taste. Materials like cotton, jersey, and chiffon are preferred for their comfort and breathability, making them perfect for daily wear as well as special occasions.

Long Modest Skirts for Church

Attending church calls for attire that is respectful and elegant. Long modest skirts are ideal for this purpose, offering both style and appropriate coverage. These skirts can be paired with tailored blouses, cardigans, or even blazers for a polished and sophisticated look. Neutral tones such as navy, black, and beige are popular choices, though soft pastels can also be lovely. The goal is to maintain a look that is both reverent and fashionable, allowing you to feel confident and comfortable during church services.

New Look Maxi Skirt Sale

For those looking to expand their modest wardrobe without breaking the bank, the New Look maxi skirt sale is a fantastic opportunity. New Look offers a wide range of maxi skirts that cater to different styles and preferences. From classic solids to trendy patterns, there’s something for everyone. The sale provides a chance to pick up high-quality skirts at reduced prices, making it easier to build a versatile and stylish wardrobe. Whether you’re shopping for daily wear, special occasions, or religious gatherings, you’re sure to find something that fits your needs and your budget.

Modest maxi skirts are more than just a fashion statement; they are a celebration of elegance, dignity, and personal style. Whether you're a young lady exploring modest fashion, a hijabi curating a respectful yet chic wardrobe, or someone preparing for church, these skirts offer the perfect solution. And with sales like the New Look maxi skirt sale, embracing modest fashion has never been more accessible or affordable. So go ahead, explore the endless possibilities of modest maxi skirts and make them a cherished part of your wardrobe.