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beautifullache · 8 months ago

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🦄The Sims 4🦄

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Steve Madden

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Steve Madden is about fashion-forward product and great people. We are proud of our talented, diverse workforce. Our employees are energized, intelligent and passionate about our business and committed to providing excellent customer service.

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Ed Hardy

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A product and master of the true, traditional craft of ink, Don Ed Hardy, "The God Father of Modern Tattoos," is an American born, internationally recognized artist. A brilliant creative who developed the potential of tattooing as a legitimate, expressive art form and is primarily responsible for its global growth over the past fifty years. His unique aesthetic and innovative techniques are still being utilized by tattoo artists today.

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Chanel

CHANEL is a private company and a world leader in creating, developing, manufacturing and distributing luxury products.

Founded by Gabrielle Chanel at the beginning of the last century, CHANEL offers a broad range of high-end creations, including Ready-to-Wear, Leather Goods, Fashion Accessories, Eyewear, Fragrances, Makeup, Skincare, Jewelry and Watches.

CHANEL is also renowned for its Haute Couture collections, presented twice yearly in Paris, and for having acquired a large number of specialized suppliers, collectively known as the Métiers d’Art.

CHANEL is dedicated to ultimate luxury and to the highest level of craftsmanship. It is a brand whose core values remain historically grounded on exceptional creation. As such, CHANEL promotes culture, art, creativity and “savoir-faire” throughout the world, and invests significantly in people, R&D and innovation.

At the end of 2019, CHANEL employed more than 28,000 people across the world.

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Christian Dior

The Christian Dior group was formed through successive alliances among companies that, from generation to generation, have successfully combined traditions of excellence and creative passion with a cosmopolitan flair and a spirit of conquest. Together, these companies now make up a powerful, international Group, sharing their expertise with its newer brands and continuing to cultivate the art of growing well while transcending time, without losing their soul or their image of distinction.

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Giorgio Armani

Join us in our mission to passionately convey Giorgio Armani’s unique vision of timeless and natural elegance, where fashion and design provoke a confident state of being for all people by fostering beauty in the world.The Armani Group is one of the leading fashion and luxury goods groups in the world today. Our company designs, manufactures, distributes and retails fashion and lifestyle products including apparel,accessories, eyewear, watches, jewelry, home interiors, fragrances, cosmetics, chocolates, hotels and restaurants under a range of brand names: Giorgio Armani, Emporio Armani and Armani Exchange.

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L'Oreal Luxe

L’Oréal Luxe opens a unique world of beauty. Its international brands incarnate all the facets of elegance and refinement in three major specializations: skin care, make-up and perfume. L’Oréal Luxe products are available at department stores, cosmetics stores, travel retail, but also own-brand boutiques and dedicated e-commerce websites.

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amphetamine-keen · 3 months ago

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Battle Jacket Tips! Yippee!!

I'm hyperfixating, so be warned that this might be rambly and a lot longer than it needs to be, but I promise these are good tips

I'll try to put all my rambles in small text and if it gets too long, I'll stick it under a read-more-- oh, would you look at that

For starters, what is a battle jacket? Maybe you've just stumbled across this post and have no context, or maybe you're researching bc you think you might be interested in making one, here's a short explanation:

Battle jackets are a popular garment in a lot of alternative communities. Punk and metal are the biggest two that I'll be focusing on, but there's genuinely no limit to the "genres" that a battle jacket could belong to. I don't like country music, but like, if you want to make a country battle jacket, do it! Have fun!

Battle jackets are typically either leather or denim and covered in patches and pins to the wearer's taste. Punk battle jackets might include more political sentiments and DIY than say, a metal battle jacket, but of course, there are no rules, and my battle jackets tend to be a bit of a mix of punk and metal. Remember: There are no rules, these are all just suggestions.

The Base:

A few suggestions for your first battle jacket:

Do thrift your starting garment. If you can't find something exactly like what you're looking for, don't sweat it. Find something "good enough" and get started. That's what fabric dye and scissors are for. DIY or Die is the motto here. My most recent battle vest started life blue and with sleeves. Now it's black with big yellow panels in the sides.

Do get your jacket a little bigger than usual. Patches can stiffen up the garment and make it feel tighter, plus, if you wear it year round you'll wanna be able to put it over your coat in the colder season. I actually have two vests, a warm weather and a cold weather vest. The warm weather vest is a lot smaller so it doesn't hang off me when I'm just wearing a shirt, but I recommend starting with a larger vest and doing the "warm weather" vest as a second project.

Don't buy a premade battle jacket, especially fast fashion. The whole point is to make it to your tastes, so buying a jacket with someone else's patches and pin picks kinda mucks up the best parts of making a unique, custom garment. Also, the fast fashion industry is horrifically exploitative, and supporting it financially isn't very punk. If you've already done so, don't beat yourself up. We're all learning and growing. Take the things you learn and grow from them in the future. That is punk.

The Patches:

The biggest patch on a battle jacket is your "back patch." They're huge and seen as the sort of "keystone" of a jacket. They're not a requirement, but I like them a lot. Usually, the patch is of the wearer's favorite album, or something similar, but they can be anything you want. Tarot cards, art pieces. Go nuts and find something that brings you joy. My first vest was very "traditional" with a Metallica Master of Puppets patch, but my second one has painted + embroidered handprints from all my long-distance friends so I can keep them with me <3

Do buy directly from band websites, or from the merch stands at live shows! That's my favorite way to get patches, even if they might be expensive or have iffy manufacturing ethics because it shows where my vest has been and what it's seen.

Do buy from small businesses and online vendors. Try your local craft fairs, or Etsy shops for patches you like. They might be pricier, but that's just because the seller isn't exploiting factory workers and valuing their own time.

Do make your own patches! I might go more into this later, or on a different post, but there are a lot of ways to make your own patches. Embroidery, paint, stenciling, etc. You can get fabric quarters at most craft supply places for like $3 USD tops or free if there's a local Hobby Lobby. Acrylic paint works, though it might crack a bit over time. Fabric paint is pretty widely available and gives a smoother look.

Don't just buy wholesale packs of patches on Amazon. Like the above point about premade jackets, bulk patch packs are often made in exploitative sweatshop conditions, and Amazon should be used sparingly because even if the manufacturer is ethical, Amazon's warehouses are not. Also like the above, don't beat yourself up if you already bought a pack of patches. I did it too, when I first started, you live and you learn.

Don't wear patches for bands you don't know. I mean, you can, I'm not a cop, but you will look like a poser.

Non-Patch Editions:

I said it before, and I'll say it again. There are no rules. You don't have to limit yourself just to patches to customize your jacket. Have fun with it. Here's a list of options to give you ideas, based on things that I've done or want to do on my own.

Embroider directly on the fabric! I put spider webs and violets on my vests just because I like them and think embroidery is fun.

Spikes and studs!! You can get packs of spikes from lots of places (some more ethically than others) or you can make your own. As a disclaimer, some music venues may raise issues with pointier bits, as they could cause injury to other people, so use your best judgment.

Add other metal bits! Can tabs, lighter hoods, chains, keys, washers, nails, bolts, and pieces of scrap metal are all pretty fun to play around with!

Corsetting. Whether as a resizing measure or just for the aesthetic, get some eyelets and throw some ribbon in there. Could be fun!

Pins! I've mentioned them before, but also you can make your own with some bottle caps and a safety pin. Or repaint buttons you already have. I've kept the same little pronoun pin I repainted with nail polish for almost a decade, and it's still in great shape.

Putting it all together:

These are some general tips for putting all the pieces together, and honestly was supposed to be the whole post, but I like to talk so here we go!!

Lay out everything first before sewing it down. I have ripped up more patches than I care to admit, just to sew them back down on another part of the jacket.

Big tip for the mix-patch crowds, keep all your political patches on the front of the jacket. The idea is, if some asshole has a problem with your opinions, you want to see them coming. You don't want them sneaking up behind you.

Thread. Elder Punks often recommend dental floss for fastening patches to your jacket bc of its strength and rightfully sew (hahaha!). However, if you'd like more colorful options, try upholstery thread. It's super strong, and it's what I use on all of my own jackets. Though, I do keep floss and a needle around for convenient repairs. The box has its own thread cutter!

Needles. If you're like me and have shitty old person hands at the ripe old age of 23, those tiny dollar store needles will make your hands cramp up like a motherfucker. For this reason, I use doll needles. My default needle came in a walmart pack, and I use the smallest gauge, 3 in long needle. The thicker ones are too hard to get through the fabric. It's much easier to grab and easier on my hands.

Thimbles. Even with big-ass doll needles, sometimes it's difficult to grab them well enough to get through really thick fabrics. That's what thimbles are for (not to keep you from pricking yourself with the sharp end). Get yourself one, or improvise something similar, it will save your life.

Stitching. Sew down all of your patches, even the ones that claim to be "iron-on" because in my experience the iron-on adhesive fails pretty quickly. I recommend a whip or blanket stitch, so the edges don't peel up or fray (as handmade patches might). If you're moshing, a lot of folks claim that floss is best because it keeps people from ripping off your patches. Respectfully, I think that's a bunch of horseshit. If you don't want your patches ripped off, make them harder to grab onto. Keep your stitches small and close together so assholes can't get a grip on them. That said, I've never actually had someone try to rip off my patches in the pit or otherwise, so use your own discretion.

Washing. A lot of hardcore crust punks will tell you never to wash your battle jacket, but crust punk isn't for everyone. I wash my jacket every year or so, and it's pretty easy to do as long as nothing on your vest is susceptible to damage in water (I had some early patches that I finished with Modpodge that were ruined in the first wash, so keep that in mind). If you're confident in your stitchwork, just toss the vest in a garment washing bag or a pillowcase and chuck it in the wash with everything else. If you're a little more cautious, it's easy enough to hand wash it in a tub/sink and hang it out to dry. Don't use bleach or you'll probably ruin something.

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viktorviolettaenterprises · 7 months ago

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SOVIET M69 Uniforms Collection

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"Wishing you and your family a blessed Eid filled with love, happiness, and prosperity. May this Eid bring joy, laughter, and warmth to your life, and may you continue to be blessed with Allah's grace. Eid Mubarak!" -VVE Team

Disclaimer: Happy Eid-El Fitr, everyone! I'm glad to see our beloved customers once again. I must say, I've missed you all. My apologies for the long hiatus; March was not a good month for me. Aside from Ramadan, it took me a while to return to the game after my grandma's passing. I was fully devastated by the loss and felt hope fading away. But I realized I must stay strong and never give up hope. Anyway that's hella of Disclaimer tho.. So Let's Cut the Chase.

Tech Specs

Converted From "Call Of Duty:Black Ops Cold War" Credits belongs to Activision and Treyach Interactive

Most Set Got 7 Color Swatch (Most of Them Just A Rank From Lower to Highest)

Age Range: Teen-Elder

Male Only

Category:Costume

Some Color Swatches:

Overview

The M69 (Obr.69) uniform, part of the 1969 Uniform reforms for the Soviet Armed Forces, included Summer and Winter variants. Summer uniforms, made from M43/Obr.43 Gymnastyorka material, featured branch-specific insignia for garrison duty. In 1973, the uniform was updated with thicker cotton and "CA" shoulder boards. The Winter version, made from Wool Gaberdine, was worn with Ushanka hats and full insignia. Troops in hot climates had Tropical versions, and a Dress version was used for formal occasions. Standard until the late 1980s, it was eventually replaced by the M88/Obr.88 "Afghanka" pattern. I Must say it was My Personal Favorite Of Soviet Outfit After Gymnastyorka and Afghanka Despite This one Less Popular Than The two.

Battle Dress Uniform

Base Uniform:Basically Just Regular Uniform, perfect for Non Combat Situation.

Strap-On:The regular Uniform With Tactical Strap. nothing special

Squad Leader: Uniform Used By Squad Leader at the Field. containing the Holster For Makarov Pistol (Thank you For @natalia-auditore For The Gun pose. I Love it)

Battle Configuration

Light Configuration: Just Common Configuration that Most Soviet Soldier that Time Used. Only Contained the Essentials Such As AK Pouches and Some Grenade.

Afghan Set: This Set Particulary Used by Soviet Soldier During Soviet-Afghan War (1979-1989) Equipped by Poyas-A Tactical Pouches. such A Common Sights until it was Replaced by More Modern Afghanka M88.

Heavy Set: When Sheet Hit the Fan. in Case of Invasion of America The Soviet Troops are eqipped with more Sophicated Gears for ensuring the Winning the Battle

Officers

Some Officer Dress inside Soviet Army, It Actually appeared only Lieutenant Colonel. But I Edited the Mesh Myself To Expand more Variety

Majór (Major):One Star At Shoulder Board. Wearing Trousers. Equipped with Makarov Pistol's Holster Only

Podpolkóvnik (Lieutenant colonel):Two Star At Shoulder Board. Wearing Trousers. Equipped with Makarov Pistol's Holster & Map case

Polkóvnik (Colonel):Wearing Jodhpurs pants, Three Stars At Shoulder Board, Only Equipped with Makarov Pistol's Holster.

Specials

Standard Issue Winter Coat Used by Soviet Army During Cold War

HEADWEAR

Thank you For @sarkana-sims For Lending some of Her OC to me for become A Showcasing Model!

Soviet Army Peaked Cap: Intially worn just by Motorized Rifle generals, this pattern and color combination expanded in 1980 to include Medical, Veterinary, Intendance and Special Troops' generals. Externally virtually identical to a standard officer's service cap; it differs only in the all-gilt cockade and the general style buttons. Inspection of the inside construction - with its kid leather sweatband with interweaved ribbon, silk (or rayon) lining, and manufacturer's label - is a more certain means of identification. Note that you will sometimes see these general-grade caps with the standard officer cockade and star-embossed buttons, probably indicating use by colonels anticipating promotion! Although really any officer could wear these if they wanted to pay for the higher quality

M35 Pilotka:The M35 Pilotka is a type of military cap used by the Soviet Union during the mid-20th century. It was introduced in 1935 and became a standard part of the Soviet uniform during World War II. The Pilotka features a soft, foldable design with a small visor at the front and is typically made of wool. It often included a red star insignia on the front to signify its Soviet origin. The Pilotka was worn by enlisted personnel and officers across various branches of the Soviet Armed Forces. Officers Variation Exist Featuring more Extravagants Insignia apart from Standard Red Star with Hammer & Sickle:

SSh-40 Combat Helmet: The SSh-40 is like the classic car of Soviet helmets, a true workhorse that saw action during World War II and beyond. It's that iconic steel dome-shaped headgear you often see in old war footage. Made of good ol' sturdy steel, it offered decent protection against shrapnel and small arms fire. Plus, it had those distinctive flared-out sides to cover your ears, giving you that unmistakable Soviet soldier look. It might not have been the most comfortable thing to wear, but hey, it did the job, and it looked badass while doing it. This Particular Model Is Got Strapped off Above the head.

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ivyyisbored22 · 22 days ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

(This chapter contains both POVs)

Warning: There's mentions of a weapon. Contains quite strong language.

Chapter 15

Aria & Bang Chan

Aria

"We got a huge order and gosh Ari how do I make 20 journals in 2 weeks without you?" My sister Eliana was on Facetime, she was catching up with our business and other updates back home. Her brow furrowed with worry, and the familiar sight of our studio's background made me nostalgic.

"Eli, you're not alone. You have Sophie and Lorraine to help you" I said chuckling, holding my phone up with on hand as I was stirring my coffee. The rich aroma of brewed coffee filled the kitchen, mingling with the freshly baked cookies I just finished making with Deliah.

"They are here I know, but still it's not the same without you Ari" She said, her voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and affection.

"Well, it sounds like you all have your work cut out for you," I said, trying to sound encouraging. "Besides weren't you the one who kept saying I'm always so punctual and perfectionist? Now you have the studio all to yourself"

I winked at her, Eliana rolled her eyes but smiled, her tension easing a bit. "Yeah, yeah, I remember. But still, it's nice to have you around to bounce ideas off of and share the workload."

I laughed. "You'll do great, Eli. You plus the girls are unstoppable."

Sophie and Lorraine are our cousins who joined to help our business a few months after we opened. Soon after I graduated from business school, Eli and I opened our store and by a blessing, it started thriving with orders and satisfied customers.

If everything goes well as smooth as it did, we'll be able to have our journals manufactured by a supplier but there was a certain satisfaction in putting our love into making our journals and other gifts.

She sighed, nodding. "You're right. It's just... I miss you sis. Things feel different now."

My gaze softened, a small pang of sadness clenching my chest as I looked at my sister, standing amidst the shelves of beautifully crafted journals and delicate gifts in our bustling shop.

"I miss you too" I admitted, the words tinged with longing.

"Hey, did your hubzy like the journal you gave him?" I paused the cup at my lips, her question caught me off guard. I looked up at the screen, a playful grin playing across her face.

"I sure hope so," I chuckled. My mind drifted back to when Chris kept admiring the journal I gifted him for Christmas. The look of genuine delight on his face was etched into my memory, a rare moment of vulnerability.

I asked Eli to make one of our special types of leather journals. It takes quite a while to make but she got to work immediately and managed to make one and post it in time.

"What do you mean hope so?" She raised a playful eyebrow, "He better love it. I spent quite a lot of time on it you know? Almost messed up his initials as BBC instead of B.C.C"

I almost choked on my coffee as she said that. Imagining the confusion Chris might have had if he received a journal monogrammed with those unexpected initials of a broadcasting company.

"He loved it," I assured her with a smile, grateful for her skill and effort in creating such a meaningful gift.

"Good. I hope you guys are doing fine sis." Her tone softened, her concern evident.

My mind drifted to our past arguments and how we struggled to get along at the beginning. But now, he was slowly letting me see himself, revealing layers beneath that cold exterior.

There's still hope for us.

"Yeah, we're getting there," I replied, my voice thoughtful and careful.

Eli and I continued to chat for a while before she hung up getting a call from a customer, we promised to catch up again during the weekend. I finished my coffee, letting the caffeine sit as I helped Deliah chop some veggies and a bit around the kitchen.

"You don't have do all this dear," Deliah said as she stirred the soup. "It's my job." Her gaze turned to me, warm and affectionate, a hint of concern lingering in her eyes.

Deliah had been a steady presence in my life ever since I moved to Chris's place. In only these few months of being here, she became more than just a housekeeper; she was like a second mother. Always ready with sage advice and unconditional support.

"I don't mind helping," I replied with a smile, glancing around the cozy kitchen. "I like it."

The scent of herbs and vegetables filled the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of her divine meals. Cooking with Deliah was a comforting ritual, one that brought a sense of normalcy.

Deliah nodded approvingly, her hands deftly chopping vegetables. "You're a good soul, Aria," she said softly. "Mr. Bang is very lucky to have you."

I felt a warmth spread through me at her words. Despite the challenges Chris and I faced, hearing Deliah's unwavering faith in me meant more than I could express. "Thank you, Deliah," I murmured sincerely.

I turned to the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway, glancing at the clock, it wasn't even noon and it was WAY too early for Chris to be back home since he left not so long ago. But his schedule keeps changing every day, one morning he'll be in the mansion having breakfast with me and the next he'll leave abruptly.

Although after the night in his car, everything wasn't how it was before. Not a fast change but it was palpable. Chris was being more careful with his behaviour towards me, his gestures more measured, his words softer around the edges.

"I'll be back," I told Delilah, setting down the knife I had been using to prepare lunch.

The thought of Chris coming home early was pleasant, but what awaited me in the living room made my eyes widen and turned my blood to ice.

There, sat a man on the luxurious white couch with his leg up resting on his knee, lighting a cigarette inside the goddamn house. He was impeccably dressed but his face bore a nasty scar slashing across his eyebrow to his forehead.

Despite the elegant attire, the scar lent him a rugged, dangerous edge. His piercing grey eyes locked onto mine, exuding an unsettling mix of confidence and menace that sent shivers down my spine.

"Who are you?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound composed.

The man turned to face me slowly, taking a deliberate drag from his cigarette before answering. His smile was unnervingly charming, but it didn't reach his eyes, which seemed to gleam with an unsettling intensity.

How the hell did he get past security? Where is Daniel?!

"Ah, you must be Aria," he said smoothly, taking a step closer. "I've heard so much about you."

My heart thundered in my chest. His calm demeanor and casual posture in Chris's mansion felt incredibly intrusive and threatening, like a coiled snake ready to strike. I struggled to maintain my composure, every instinct urging me to flee or find some way to defend myself.

"How did you get in here?" I demanded, trying to sound assertive despite the fear coiling in my stomach. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a chill down my spine.

"I have my ways," he replied cryptically, taking another slow drag of his cigarette. "Don't worry. I'm just here to catch up with an old friend."

His words did nothing to ease my anxiety. The way he lounged on the couch, completely at ease in this unfamiliar setting, made my skin crawl. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something darker behind his charming facade, something that posed a real threat.

"Get out." The words shot at him as my pulse raced in the speed of galloping horses. He glared back, those grey eyes froze me in my spot but I managed to take a step back, my mind racing with fear and confusion.

Who was this guy, and why was he here? I glanced nervously towards the door, wondering why Daniel hadn't intervened or why security hadn't been alerted.

"That's not a polite way to treat a guest." he retorted with a creepy smirk playing across his face. His voice was smooth, almost mocking, sending a fresh surge of adrenaline through my veins.

"You shouldn't be here. Please leave." Dread coiled in my stomach like a tightening knot. Every passing second felt like eternity.

He got up from the couch with deliberate slowness, each step echoing ominously in the silence of the room. My eyes fell from his face down to his body, they widened at the outline of something metallic and menacing tucked into the waistband of his pants— a gun.

The cold, hard shape of the weapon sent a wave of terror crashing over me. My heart pounded in my ears, blood rushed frantically as he pulled it out, holding it with a casual menace that made my stomach churn. His eyes glinted with malice, a twisted smirk curling his lips.

Fear rooted me to the spot as if my feet were chained to the floor.

His approach felt like a slow, deliberate advance, racking the slide of then gun, the sound echoing and closing the distance between us with a predatory grace.

"We'll see eachother soon...Aria..."

His voice trailed off with a chilling promise, I could smell his breath of cigarettes that made me sick. His eyes were locked onto mine. As he turned to leave, the air seemed to grow heavier with his presence lingering like a malevolent shadow. I watched, paralyzed, unable to move until he walked out of the front door.

I finally snapped our of my trance once I heard the roar of an engine drifting away, rushing to the door to watch his car disappear out of the premises but Daniel was sitting with his head back on the wall, his hand holding him upwards, breathing heavily.

Panic surged anew as I hurried to his side, checking for any signs of injury. A black-purple mark circled his eye and his forehead bore a cut, blood trickling down his temple, all over his white shirt.

Blood was everywhere. Blood...

"Dan- Daniel," I stammered, keeping my hand gently on his shoulder. "Oh my god you need stitches"

I ran back inside the kitchen, Deliah was nowhere, probably in the basement but I didn't waste time trying to find her. I grabbed a bag of frozen peas, a soft cloth from the dining table and my phone from the island and rushed outside.

My fingers were trembling as I dialed the emergency line and helped Daniel with the ice. Everything that happened in past 10 minutes felt like a tornado, ripping through a tranquil landscape.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Bang Chan

"Meeting dismissed," I announced, watching as my team gathered their belongings and filed out of the conference room.

The tension in the room eased, leaving only the faint hum of distant conversations from the hallway.

My father, who also participated in the meeting, lingered behind. He usually spends his days at our Paris headquarters, overseeing operations there. But ever since Christmas, he hadn't returned. His presence here was both reassuring and a bit unsettling. The lines on his face seemed deeper, his eyes more pensive.

"Christopher," my father called, his deep voice resonating through the room as he approached me. "Good job," he shook my hand and patted my back. "You're going in the right direction"

"Thank you father," I replied, feeling a rare warmth at his praise.

"Anyways, your mother and I leaving to Paris tonight. We'll return in about 2 weeks. If anything, call me"

"Sure. Have a safe flight" I assured him and watched my father grab his coat and leave the the conference room as he slid the coat on his shoulders smoothly.

I grabbed my tablet and my phone, and went to my office, Jane wasn't at her desk, I assumed she went to lunch. Unlocking the door, I strode to my desk and quickly grabbed a charger for my phone.

I got a few rings from Aria during the meeting, my heart began racing as I saw her name pop up on my phone. My phone switched off in the middle of her ringing, leaving me in a state of worry.

Aria rarely- she has NEVER called me ever since we got married but I had given her my number in case she decided to go out or for anything else.

I didn't want her to wander off again like she did once with her friend, so I made sure Andrew got to drop her wherever she wanted to go and at least inform me before she went.

I never received a text or call from her until today.

The Apple logo flashed as the phone switched on, but before I got it in my hands, someone walked through my door. I glanced up from my phone, standing there, with a smug grin on his face, was the last person I wanted to see.

"Good day, Christopher Bang" Victor Monroe greeted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Tension crackled in the air like static electricity.

What was he doing here?!

Victor's presence was a dark cloud, heavy and suffocating. He stepped into my office, his eyes cold and calculating, and shut the door behind him with a soft click that felt ominous in the silence.

"Victor," I said, my voice cold, hard and controlled. "What are you doing here? You have no business in this building."

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Oh, Chris, always so by-the-book. I'm just here to catch up. After all, we have a lot of... unfinished business, don't we?"

I stood up, my chair scraping against the floor as I did. "Get the fuck out. Before I call security."

Victor's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. He walked closer, his every movement deliberate and predatory. "Let's not be hasty. I just wanted to remind you of how easily things can change. How quickly fortunes can turn."

His words were a veiled threat, and every muscle in my body tensed in response. "I don't have time for your shit, Victor. Leave, or I'll make sure you regret coming here."

He took another step closer, his gaze locking onto mine with a cold intensity. "You see, Chris, you took something from me. My reputation, my career. And I'm here to take something back. But not today. Today is just a friendly visit."

A heavy silence filled the room, blood rushed and I could feel the frantic beats of my heart in my ears. The air was thick with unspoken menace. The fucker deserves why he got blacklisted. Victor's smug expression only fueled my anger.

Victor Monroe.

He was once a part of Aurelius, working under my father. And one of my well known friends from my childhood. On the surface, he seemed like the perfect professional. Impeccably dressed, charming, and efficient. But behind that façade, he was a predator. Harassing and blackmailing the staff, using his position to instill fear and manipulate them. Creating a toxic environment that nearly tore apart the very fabric of our company.

When I returned to the States, it took me only a month to uncover the truth about Victor after working here. The stories, the fear in the employees' eyes, to where his harassment reached a peak with the suicide of one of our elite employees.

He had the body and a face of a Greek God, but a brain the size of a fucking peanut.

Had we not taken the measures, Aurelius would have fallen into destruction. A company lost and driven off the high society because of one man's greed and toxicity.

"I don't have to remind you why you got fired Victor," I said through gritted teeth.

His eyes narrowed, the smirk never leaving his face. "I was just... motivating them. Pushing them to be their best."

"Bullshit!" I snapped, my voice echoing in the office. "You were a fucking predator and you know it. And I wasn't going to let you ruin this company any longer."

Victor shrugged, the casual gesture infuriating.

"Call it what you want. But you didn't just fire me, Chris, you made sure I couldn't find work in this town, or anywhere else for that matter."

"You ruined the lives of our employees. And you deserve every bit of it," I shot back, my pulse racing with fury. "Now get the fuck out of my office."

Victor's smile faltered for a brief moment before he regained his composure. "You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. What you're building now, it was supposed to be me."

Anger fueled every sense and part of me at the words that came out of him. He worked for my father while I was living my life in Europe and if I hadn't gotten him fired, it would have been Victor launching the new line.

"You think this was handed to me?" I snapped, my voice echoing off the walls. "While you were busy abusing your power, I did what I had to do to preserve the integrity of Aurelius."

Victor's eyes narrowed, a sneer forming on his lips. "Integrity? You mean the legacy of your father, the one who handed you everything on a silver platter. Don't kid yourself, Chris."

"I'd rather go through worst tortures of hell than ever see Aurelius fall into your hands." I growled, my blood boiling to its core. The tension in the room was palpable, a dangerous electricity crackling between us.

The weight of our shared past pressed down on me, memories of childhood camaraderie tainted by betrayal and bitterness. The man who once stood beside me now embodied a threat I couldn't afford to underestimate.

Victor's eyes flicked to the door, then back to me. The mocking amusement was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. "You think you're unbeatable, don't you? One day, you're going to pay for what you did."

I stepped closer, our faces inches apart, my fists clenched at my sides. "Get. Out. Now."

For a moment, we stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. My phone tinged with a thousand notifications, breaking the tense silence.

Victor's eyes flicked towards the desk briefly, a smirk returning to his lips. "Looks like you're in demand," he sneered, taking a step back.

"Enjoy your temporary victory."

Then, with a final, disdainful look, Victor turned on his heel and walked out of my office. But before he left, he turned back to me,

"Your wife...she's quite lovely."

Blood roared in my ears. A chill ran down my spine, icy fear mingling with the hot rage burning in my chest as he scoffed and left my office.

As the door closed behind him, I exhaled sharply, slicing my fingers through the strands of my hair trying to calm the storm inside me. The bastard had the nerve to come here, to threaten me in my own office.

But I wouldn't let him win. Not now, not ever.

An image of Aria flashed in front of my eyes. I grabbed my phone; ten calls, and a dozen messages lighting up the screen. Each missed call from Aria sent another surge of anxiety through me.

Your wife...she's quite lovely.

He had gone to the mansion—

I grabbed my jacket with one hand from my chair and ran out of my office, my heart pounded in my chest like a war drum as I sprinted through the corridors of the Aurelius headquarters.

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Breaking Down Tech Magnate Sungjae Lee’s Watch Collection

Founder, chairman and CEO of magic tech company, StarLabs, shares part of his impressive collection of timepieces with Spellbound.

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On the multi-tiered dais where father sat, all was in order around him, save for where there was discord -- for around father, all was discord.

As the herdsmen could not maintain their offerings, nor the ritual purity of his martial sons, nor the contemplative awe of those scribes which troubled him, the order father maintained parted into strands of flux, and unjoined and rejoined according to the whims of sub-atomic fluctuations our instruments could not detect, but measure only in probabilities.

A great bellow seized the room -- shaking it to its foundations.

- Ah! I aint Columbo! Nuh-uh! I ain't a conveyor-belt douche-nozzle industrial showa fixture! I'm a good Christian Redfield. (Outta left field!)

It was not father's voice, for he had taken to slumber upon his throne, a chocolate mousse sticky to his shorn cheeks, awash in nostalgic waves of static from a cathode ray cube of Midland Laurentian manufacture -- its primitive display screen subtly bulbous, so from some angles the image would seem to swell as though from a central porthole.

- I'm Columbine High School. I'm Columbus, Ohio! Why, I ain't Magenta, no-siree! I'm the entire country of Colombia -- what's left of it anyway!

Cpt. Haruspex was on top of father with a reassuring pat -- whenever he carried his historical meditations into wakingness.

- It's all right, dad! Nobody's going to ban Doom! Contemporaneously, it's considered a classic! They actually teach it in schools nowadays!

Glass rained down upon his throne, cutting him with frosted sugar.

The wedge of a beam of cast-iron flew across the hall and ricocheted off Cpt. Psychorrhagia's forehead, skidding across the tile into a buffet table manned by none but two wait staff.

He stood there -- a whiplash in his atlas vertebrae, slightly dazed. He was aware the vibrations had shifted the big ugly box on its pedestal -- a charming marble column inlaid with veins of amber and gold dust, whose hand-fissured cracks had sprouted countless buds of gelatin ivy grown from the matter of a thousand pulped honeycombs.

Cpt. Haruspex -- reassurances unceasing -- slid the utility proboscis from his belt, and pinched its neck 3/4ths from the top -- to distend the radial prongs from the node at the bulb of its vertical tip :-- his hand dropping another 3/8ths to twist a concealed dial and distend the membranes by stalks and stretches across the prongs -- creating an umbrella he held between him and the debris as he twirled.

- You can play it usin nothin but another man's prostate! You can move me around the screen on your inner-eye by makin inputs with my butthole! Pretty as a picto! It's the wonders of technology, dad!

Shards of glass shimmered in the dense, lacquered pitch of Cpt. Psychorrhagia's clumped and slickened mane.

The portal displayed two images simultaneously -- neither one program, nor the other -- and Cpt. Psychorrhagia twisted the breadth of him along the slender pivot of his waist -- glutes tightening on the final push forward off his boots -- so that he seemed to hang there, in suspended half-motion before you -- the heft of his granite ass – wet as greasy locks pressed against the sheen of his leather. He gripped with the stiffness of his heavy, powerful arms -- so powerful for such a young man -- those slender apparati so much like insect-antennae in wafts until the picture was clear, and with a smoothness similarly half-lubricated retracted his back -- to return to the noble solemnity of his watch -- his eyes always-present on father, glancing from time to time, over to you.

- Would you like to have a go at it right now, dad? You can bet your ass you can bet yours beat! Best off me bein a real rough customer!

Cpt. Psychorrhax -- in the background -- had already fireman carried one of the injured waitstaff to safety -- and was now hobbling towards the medkit concealed inside an antique radiator with the other.

The doors of the breakfasting hall, which father had dedicated to his morning leisure, swung open and from their oak-carved scenes of jasper-inlaid pastoral splendor, Cpt. Schreibermachen strolled forward with Cpts. Hlaford and Drythen in the rear -- and stating truthfully, it occurred only now what an odd twosome they must have been. For you had never seen either converse with one another -- only each with Cpt. Schreibermachen or with the other -- and you wondered, with a curiosity you felt alien to you -- the nature of their rapport while on patrol. What the three revealed to one another in the solitary tirades which came about henceforth in the explorations of their hidden talents.

- Splendid news, father!

Joey belted, as a cock would herald the dawn.

:-- We've received word from the grand anarchist council!

The anarchists of your era -- were well-known for their penchant for publicly-and-outwardly-transacted central organization.

-- Their words, father -- are leaden with a certain flamboyance and falsity! There is much about them which is terrible, and much in their implications which is dread and stirring! They would doubtless mortify men of juvenile countenance, and send those bestial among us into fits of rage ;-– allow me to share a few of them with you now!

The words of the anarchists were fit for father's ear --

and so too for personal and public redaction.

- Damn, Joey.

Cpt. Haruspex swung the umbrella now gently as the fan of a palm.

... Those anarchists sure do have a fancy prose style.

He whistled.

In awe of the beauty and terror of our adversaries.

... I don't think I've ever heard anyone make pronouncements quite that ungainly and dramatic before!

Cpt. Schreibermachen did not clear the air so much as crystallize.

- My being a literary scion in our homeland, Haruspex -- it would not be shocking to expect a few admirers amidst the ranks of our enemies. Poetry is, after all, the great unifier. Were our nation not already well-held in father's soft and pretty baker's hands, I would suggest after a libation and a few rounds of incense, intoxication by rule of a council of muses!

There was something about the golden hours of morning that made Joey seem even more blonde, brainless and vigorously Teutonic than the crisp, dry hues of the noon and after.

- Scribbles? Scribbles, where'd you go?

Father didn't have his eyes in.

... I been lookin everywhere for you!

Father couldn't see shit when he don't have his eyes in.

... Scribbles? Scribbles, did you bring me my paper?

Joey received him graciously, having much left to deliver.

- Better, father! The hydra which constricts our country has rolled onto its back to expose many miles of its tract of neck! I beseech you, highest and most holy, that I your most gallant son should be best now beset upon this task! Trust in my faith to you, father! ;-- and I shall see our country prosper! I shall see you cherished by the distillations of later generations as not only a conqueror, a philosopher, a reconciler, a mystic, but a playboy, a showman and a boon to the arts! Hear my words, father! Do not strike at your son who prophesies when his every word foretells the shapes of the stars for you! You who are as the crown will shine as a crow in flight as I resculpt the veritable matter of our physiques from the cells up!

Cpt. Haruspex -- out of boredom perhaps -- continued to twirl his umbrella. Light from the membrane which enjoined the flaps streamed through the broken window and illuminated the cloudiness and imperfections of the material -- in their structures, they were as the honeycombs before they had been pulped -- the honied translucence of the leaves shuffling out cloudbursts back into kelpy mass

Cpt. Psychorrhax -- straightening his lapels -- stepped forward.

- May I approach, father?

- No.

- I speak on behalf of Cpt. Schreibermachen, sir. I have personally observed him in his preparations to grip this blight which rots our city-state by its root. He has collected, over the months between now and the last bombing -- which was not (as the odious free press which oppresses your reign reported) a bungled mismanagement of catastrophic negligence which claimed the lives of many comely and able-bodied men -- but a deliberate subversion of your will by hostile forces too alien and microbiological to be glimpsed by the naked eye.

- Whaddya you know? Why ain't Scribbles tellin me this?

- Cpt. Psychorrhax is my closest and most cherished attendant, father! As you yourself know well, the meager details and nuts and rods of the implementation -- the route tedium that comes with putting a plan into action -- these can become obscured from an aerial perspective, being tasks better-handled by those best-suited to crawl along the ground!

Cpt. Schreibermachen's hand -- which had been grasped firmly around Cpt. Psychorrhax's shoulder -- crept now downward, savoring each descent and taper of its journey across the stolid hull of his lats --

- That is correct, father!

(This was Psychorrhax talking now)

-- and lower still... down the small of his back --

… very much can pass for human error in the scheme of things :-- particularly in a structure as vast, ornate and precise as our ruling body.

-- where he caressed him by the back of palm --

... there can be equally little doubt, however -- that in a body as broad and yet of deceptively compacted strength as ours --

-- he came down with a smack to cup the pony-like swell of his ass.

… more than an atypical allotment of contaminants will well up! I have seen -- from Cpt. Schreibermachen's reports, no doubt --

-- his smile twists -- catlike.

... much evidence to suggest that many of the incidences of damage to supply lines and other infrastructural failures have been --

He cuts off a moan -- biting his lip.

... especially in an environment so gifted as to receive your rule -- calculated attempts by enemy forces -- less simple wear and tear from constant overuse and a history of negligence which spans backwards decades. No. It only takes a few rogue cells, father --

He gasps -- laughing now.

-- to create a mass tumescent enough to strangle the organism whole!

Cpt Schreibermachen was laughing, too.

- Joey, don't fondle me in fronta dad -- bro

He sounded way less fuckin stupid when ya wanted to kick his ass.

... he's not gonna take me serious!

Joey was leaning in. Standing upright, he leaned in best.

- You want me to stop?

It wasn't a question. He weren't expecting an answer.

… lil bro?

Cpt. Psychorrhax ceased to breathe as he looked to him

… make me.

Joey knocked off Laika's cap . He had taken him beneath the back of his skull. Was devouring his face. Tasting. On his lips, and on his teeth -- the pungent spices of eggs and sausage -- coffee and the salted butter -- tasting so many amino acids on Laika's lips that were not his own -- and yet which would inevitably become ; -- and Laika looked to him, nearly limp -- that stupid look of someone who had never lost it all, and could expect much, in turn-- lips quivering as he was wolfy and sheepish.

Brux ... continued to twirl.

- No, no -- I think Laik might be onto somethin, dad -- y'know. Literate men -- they're dangerous. They get heads full of ideas. They go around -- given their ideas to other people. Soon people're out -- readin books. Lookin at other people with crazy fancies. Not doin any work. Maybe they're all readin the same book -- who knows? Maybe it's a real popular book! Maybe they wanna go around bullyin ya cause ya don't read their favorite book. They talk about the characters -- y'know. Ya don't know who they are. They use the stories -- as reference points -- like you should know. Gosh, mates -- what's even worse is when there's two people livin in the same area, and they each got their own popular book -- they never get along! All they wanna do is hound ya! They wanna know which book it is ya like more, and don't accept it none when ya say ya ain't read any book -- whaddya mean ya ain't read both their books? Whaddya mean ya haven't picked a favorite (Even fuckin stupider when both their books are by the same author, and it's somethin goofier like... I dunno. The editor or the translator or the commentor or somethin is different, and sometimes it's just the rhymes are different, or maybe there's not one or none, but sometimes it's like... wow, we readin the same story, the same characters? We gettin into some complicated shit, and you're actin like I gotta have my mind made up now. Join your club. Be on your team. Say the exact same magic words when we sit down to try'n have a dinner without killin each other ;-- Holy shit. You book people, I swear!) Like, what's the goddamn matter? I'm sure ya both got great books -- basically I've heard all the stories in em already, been talkin to so many people -- whaddya want me to do, quote it at ya? Make ya feel like we had the same experience cause we stared at the same page? Mate, why don't ya invite me back to your place? We'll read your book -- you can read it to me! We'll get some wine -- sounds sensual. Why can't that be how ya do it, mates? Why can't ya just sit down and read your books to each other instead of tryin to kill each other all the time, huh? What'd those books have to say to make you act this way, goddamn.

Cpt. Psychorrhax ;-- in the intervening moments --; had found himself once more wholly vertical.

Father meanwhile ... had stopped paying attention.

- All right, kid. Give ya a shot.

He looked first from his nails. Then back to Joey.

... Just don't do anything too crazy.

Cpt. Schreibermachen ...--... bowed his head.

- I promise, father --...-- to surpass every example you have set for me.

( o )

Joey took to the square – and fired his pistol at each malfunctioning light fixture so that upon the crowds a spring rain fell one day, at the points in the interwoven lattice where heat met once more the dry brown leaves.

- ANARCHISTS, ANARCHISTS COME OUT!

Windows caked with grime collapsed into the streets. There, sticky floors knew once more light from out the dinge of an ever-unending half-day.

- I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH YOU ABOUT THE LOGISTICS OF TRANSITIONING INTO A STATELESS SOCIETY

The conglomerated structures which were the outflow of State Finance into the ventricles of the Imperial Palace bore the marks of Joey's wrath.

For you could see plainly the fine utility of non-contradiction which composed his thought – for to attack our allies so brazenly, no doubt – aside from further concretizing the power and influence of the Guard – would agitate any bacterial elements which had penetrated into the insulated body – inducing a heave, the channels of which might flow into the more open cesspits of Free Thought you had less cause to attack openly, for there would be more just cause for later retaliation.

– STATE AUTOPHAGY NOW

( o )

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2024 anti dumping measure against North Macedonia

Introduction

A recent decision on 2024 anti dumping measure against North Macedonia has been taken by the Ministry of Trade. That measure may have a direct impact upon leading companies originating from North Macedonia.

What does “dumping” mean in trade?

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What does dumping mean in foreign trade?

International authorities provide a milestone in identifying a global definition of dumping. It is particularly significant to understand that according to the World Trade Organization, dumping is the sale or import of a particular product at less than fair value. Technically, this comparison will be made between the export price of a goods and the “normal value” of the equivalent goods in the exporting country. If the export price is lower than the local market price, that product can be considered “dumped”.

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After investigating, if the below-mentioned conditions are found, serious measures may be taken by national authorities particularly Ministry of Trade:

The importation of the relevant product must be a typical example of dumping,

Dumping should cause material damage / or threat of harm on domestic production,

Causal link is necessary between this damage or threat and dumped imports.

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What are the main legal instruments applicable to anti dumping measure in Turkey?

The Law on the Prevention of Unfair Competition of Imports (No: 3577) is the central to the anti-dumping actions and practice. In the Law in question, dumping is defined as ‘export price of a product to Turkey being less than the normal value for the like product’. The Law identifies the rules and principles as regards the procedures to be applied and measures to be taken for purposes of protecting a domestic industry against injury caused by unfair competition practices in imports namely, dumped or subsidized imports.

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In accordance with Article 3, measures shall be taken in cases where dumped or subsidized imports have caused material injury or threatened to cause material damage to the domestic industry.

A new decision on 2024 anti dumping measure against North Macedonia has been launched by the Turkish government. This procedure has been initiated by a Communiqué on the Prevention of Unfair Competition in Imports published in the Official Gazette on January 19, 2024. An anti-dumping measure of 1.9 dollars per kilogram will be applied to the import of some artificial and synthetic fibers and leather imitations originating from Northern Macedonia.

The decision is based on the grounds that companies located in the Republic of North Macedonia could not provide a sufficient justification during the investigation procedure.

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David off Champion Men: The Perfect Summertime EDT for Men

If you were to get the best blend of woody and aromatic notes, Davidoff Champion men is the best EDT to buy. It was launched as a Spring Summer and daytime perfume to bring out a brighter aroma with woody sillage.The Davidoff Champion men was released by the house of Davidoff and most of the manufacturing process of the cologne is done in France.

Davidoff is one of the leading Luxury goods companies in the USA. ZinoDavidoff is a luxury brand providing great luxury goods like coffee, cognac, luxury eyewear, watches, fragrances and more. The brand focuses on long-lasting luxury wear and most of the customers of the brand are revisitors. Zinodavidoff men’s perfume range consists of their aqua fragrances, masculine and earthy fragrances as well as leather blend EDTs.

Davidoff Champion Perfume Fragrance Profile

The Davidoff Champion perfume was launched in the 2012 spring summer collection. The nose behind the cologne was Aurelien Guichard. The perfume opens with citrusy notes and has longevity.The perfume has higher concentration of essential oils and extracts. The Davidoff Champion perfume’s unique packaging and long-lasting formula makes it one of the best-selling men’s perfume for Summertime. The opening notes of the perfume are Bergamot and orange, and the heart is enriched with green fresh notes of sage, galbanum, oak moss and more. And, the base is of woody elements such as oak moss and cheddar.

Davidoff Perfume Range

The Davidoff Champion brand’s perfumes generally have higher concentration of fragrance elements. You can find two to three varieties of Davidoff Champion cologne in online marketplaces including Davidoff Champion Energy, and Davidoff Champion men. All of them are focused on strong woody yet balanced masculine notes. You can get the perfumes for an affordable price range from $33 to $60. Other range of perfumes from Zinodavioff are the cool water fragrance, run wild, the game most of which opens with a toxicating fruity notes and sits on a woody musky and floral base.

What Does Davidoff Champion Men Smell Like?

The primary notes in the perfume are citrusy notes and fresh yet woody notes of galbanum and oakmoss. The perfumes’ opening notes change to a deeper woody and fresh smell of sage and cheddar. The sillage is of long lasting oakwood.

Is Davidoff Champion Long Lasting?

Davidoff Champion men’s perfume definitely contains outdoor fragrance notes such as the cheddar and oakmoss which gives it a deeper scent and longer duration.The Davidoff men’s cologne is best worn in mild warm days. In Summertime, the perfume will last from 6 to 8 hours and in Spring and Winter it lasts from up to 10 hours. Also the perfume has a strong sillage and hence stays longer. Purchase the best men’s long lasting eau de toilettes from Parfum.com where the perfumes are sold at manufacturing price and the shipment is available all over Canada. You will find a vast variety of men’s summertime EDTs to keep you fresh and fabulous all day long.

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bitegore · 2 years ago

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Drag Strip and 7; give me his shoes :)c

7. Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

I've mentioned in passing my androidformer Drag Strip's very stupid heelies before.

Thing is, Drag Strip has like two "dominant modes" of clothes-wearing; there's work clothes, and there's non-work clothes. Everyone's got this to some degree, but Drag Strip's job is (at least as I do it) to fight and kill people with guns and knives and stuff. So I'll split this one in half.

In terms of work clothes: Drag Strip has a pair of lace-up tactical boots. They were standard issue and all five of the Stunticons have the same kind of boots. Because the Decepticons manufacture their own supplies in-house when it comes to tactical armor and stuff like that, they did get to color-customize them to some degree. Drag Strip's are yellow with red accents. They're pretty worn, but not in any real state of disrepair because, again, in-house manufacturing means that if they're actually falling apart he can just requisition new ones and get them delivered.

He thinks of them as the ugliest fucking shoes ever and he hates them. He wears them exclusively when on-duty and even then, if he can get away with it, he wears something else instead. This is not actually because they're bad shoes but he can't stand looking just like everyone else. Even if his shoes are differently-colored than most other Decepticons, he's still not fond of being like a yellow version of the cookie-cutter Decepticon image (and this comes out in his other clothing choices as well; Drag Strip is constantly getting dress-coded because he shows up to fights with, say, earrings that can get yanked out of his ears, or not wearing body armor that will keep him from getting shot in the chest.)

In terms of non-work clothes...

so Drag Strip likes to go fast and Drag Strip likes to look cool. Obviously the Cool Shoes are high heels and the Fast Shoes are Heelys (with the little wheel in the heel) or roller blades. Walking around in roller blades is embarrassing and cringe and no one does it, so he's not doing that, but he still wants to be extra fast, and Heelys are like kind of normal, sort of. But also he wants to have the Cool Shoes.

Introducing: five-inch high-heel Heelys. This is not a good idea.

I've said in other places that I don't think Drag Strip can actually walk in these, but I do have to walk that back. I think he can walk in them, because otherwise the embarrassment of eating shit in front of people constantly would make him just stop wearing them entirely. Crucially I do still think he falls over in them on the regular but not, like, that often. He can function in them. He's not very good at wheeling around in them, but he can do that, too.

But like, if you shove him on the shoulder then he's going to flail and fall.

Which meaaaaans.... he's not wearing them around his teammates, and he needs different other stupid shoes to make him look "cool", since the Stunticons are basically incapable of keeping their hands off each other and I fully believe they enact stupid slapstick antics on each other constantly. High heels in general almost certainly aren't stable enough, but I don't think that'll actually stop Drag Strip; he'll sacrifice stability for Rule-of-Cool any day. They just have to be, like, slightly more stable.

And I don't think anyone but me actually only wears one pair of shoes, so he probably has a few- especially for someone as image-conscious as he is. All some variety of impractical and most some variety of yellow patent leather. He probably gets them from cheapass online shops or through actual robbery, so the quality varies significantly. He has aliexpress pleasers that he keeps having to get his ankle stabilizers replaced after wearing because they're so slippery and tread-free and he keeps accidentally snapping his ankles every time they slide sideways too fast on him, and he has five-hundred-dollar designer shoes he got at gunpoint that are scuffed to hell because he wears them to walk down to the seven eleven to get bubble gum.

His casualwear shoes are definitely in worse states of disrepair sa compared to his regular shoes. He is not keeping them maintained and he constantly wears them to places and events they shouldn't be worn in, like demolition derbies, or chasing Wildrider through the yard and down the block because he wants to hit Wildrider in the face over something. He can't just go out and replace them when they start to fall apart, and he is also a lot more attached to them, so while they last longer than the work boots on the whole, anything he's had too long is going to start looking shabby and falling-apart.

in conclusion: yellow

You can find the questions here :D

#red replies #your-exalted-grace #drag strip #sorry this got away from me the minute i started to answer it LOL #he wears impractical stupid shoes but they cant be so impractical he looks stupid

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