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[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

Arw you really the author John Green? The same person who wrote The Fault in Our Stars and Looking for Alaska?

Yes, but I published one of those books 19 (?!?!?!) years ago and the other 12 (!?!?!?!?) years ago. What have I been up to since then?

My brother Hank and I started Good.store, which delivers high-quality socks, coffee, and soap to your home and donates 100% of its profit to charity. Through good store, we've raised over $7,500,000 to support efforts to radically reduce maternal mortality in Sierra Leone, where as recently as 2019, one in seventeen women could expect to die in pregnancy or childbirth.

(In fact, technically I am here on tumblr as an unpaid intern for the awesome coffee club, which you should really sign up for if you like ethically sourced coffee that tastes delicious and doesn't enrich billionaires.)

I wrote the novel Turtles All the Way Down and then had a little existential crisis and wrote a nonfiction book called The Anthropocene Reviewed, the latter of which is my first book for adults and my first attempt to write as myself.

I helped produce made a movie adaptation (streaming now on Max!) of Turtles all the Way Down.

I helped raise my kids and supported my spouse as she wrote her book You Are An Artist and created a PBS show about art called The Art Assignment.

I ran the educational media company Complexly and the merch company dftba.com while my brother had cancer.

I bought around 2% of a fourth-tier English football team called AFC Wimbledon. Wimbledon are different from most football clubs because they are owned by their fans, each of whom gets one vote in the club's leadership regardless of how much money they put into the club.

I became obsessed with tuberculosis, the world's deadliest infectious disease (it will kill over a million people this year despite being curable), and how TB both exemplifies and reinforces human-built structures of injustice, which is the subject of a book I'm writing that will come out next year.

[summerlovingbaby]

free show

Eddie Munson was the only dealer in the shithole that most people callled Hawkins. Most people thought it was perfect. Y/N knew better than to call it perfect. It was a shit hole filled with perfect little families, hidden behind white picket fences and the girls wore mary jane shoes and ankle length skirts. And unless you fit into Hawkins idea of perfection than you were shit.

Y/N lived in a trailer halfway across town and mostly ate gas station food. She hated Mary Jane shoes, preferred drumsets and  to books, and even though she mircaosuly graduated with all A’s she refused to go to college. She also liked smoking weed and writing music, and though Hawkins had alot of dealers, most of them were awful. Awful old men who seemed less interested in selling her good quality bud and more interested in copping a feel, so that left Eddie Munson.

All things considered it was convinet, he lived a couple trailers down and usually had good deals if you were nice. All you had to do was leave a note on his trailer if he wasn’t home and he would drop by, though he was usually home unless it was a school day. He had been her main dealer for the better part of 4 months, so they were now on a first name basis, Eddie even accepted IOU’s on 3 occasions when she was short on cash.

Y/N got home from a grueling shift at the dinner wanting to wind down, the Carvers spent their whole breakfast loudly insulting her, and their son Jason was a particular piece of work. First they didn’t like her hair, it was dyed a raven black with strands of white in the front. Then her outfit was much to revealing. Her mini skirt and lace stockings and platform shoes with a t-shirt and apron, which was completely in dresscode. Then her makeup was just too much, even though she was only wearing eyeliner.

She wanted nothing more than to come home, smoke, then crash until her show, but her shift left her much too wired to do anything, so she left a note on Eddie’s trailer, hoping he would be back before she had to leave for her show. Took off her skirt and put on some spandex shorts she stole from the mall, stepped out of her platform shoes and slipped on black knee high socks. She changed out of her uniform shirt into a oversized black Metalicka shirt that stopped mid-thigh and grabbed her drumsticks, and twidlded with them until she heard Eddie call for her.

She threw the sticks on the ground and skipped to the door to see Eddie leaning on the door frame.

Eddie thought Y/N was pretty, not in the typically Hawkins pretty, pretty like a moonless sky, or pretty like a crumbled-up map. Hawkins pretty girls wore too much makeup and dressed too much like grown women for Eddie’s taste. Y/N only wore alot of eyeliner, and skirts that were short. And Eddie had a thing for lace. Thats probably why Eddie’s eys drifted directly to her legs, covered with a nearly sheer black lace.

“ How much do you want?” he asked.

Y/N opened the door wide, letting him walk in.

“ How much you got?” she asked, picking up the abandoned drumsticks that she left on the floor.

Eddie realized this was the first time that he been in her house, they always did deals at the door, but for some reason she let him in today, and all he could think about was if she was wearing anything but those lacy stockings underneath that oversized shirt.

“ That bad,” he asked. His eyes drifted to the drumset in the corner. “ You have roommates?”

She followed his eyeline, “ Those are mine if you’re asking?” she said. Most people didn’t believe her when she said she was musically inclined. Her parents didn’t have a penny to spare but made sure she took piano lessons. And a guitar looked kind of like a piano if you turned it sideways and once you learned guitar it didn’t take much to learn the drums.

“ I got 3 oz,” he said, pulling a ziplock bag out of his pocket, “ but if you really want to party I have Special K,” he said, tossing the bag on the bed.

“ How much?” she asked.

“ $40,” he replied.

“ You’re lucky I like you,” she said, bending over to her bottom drawer, where she pulled out a wad of crumpled cash, and unfolded it, making one attempt to count it, before dumping it out on the bedspread, and counting it, mumbling numbers under her breath, “ you are robbing me blind, Munson,” she said.

“ I could give you a deal,” he spoke.

She lifted one brow, “ Oh really,” she said, she had been offered this type of deal before. Old men who preferred blow jobs to cash, she didn’t think Eddie was  the type, but then again he was looking at her legs with wide eyes.

“ Play me something and I’ll give it to you half off,” he shrugged.

She nodded, and motioned to both instruments, “ Dealers choice,” she said.

He motioned to the drums, so she reached across her bed for some drumsticks, then walked to the set and sat down slowly on the little wooden stools. People had asked her to play before, and usually, it didn’t take alot to impress people. Bang around a few times, even use the petal, hell she could improvise a whole song, lie about it and most people would be impressed, but for some reason she really wanted to impress Eddie.

She played a simple but quick beat, Eddie nodded along, and before he knew it the she stopped playing with a final thud on the cymbals. Eddie snapped out of his daze, and tossed the bag on her bed, using his free hands to covertly cover his crotch, because now he had a growing obvious and embarrassing boner. All it took was the pretiesr girl in Hawkins to bang around on the drums for a little bit and he had a boner.

Eddie had his fair share of hookups, had too many bad dates to count, but now all he could think about was if Y/N would be another girl in a long string of bad dates or if she would be the diamond in the rough. If the prettiest girl in Hawkins would give him a chance.

“ Well you know what, I’ll give you the 4 oz for free for being such a loyal customer,” he said backing out of the room.

“ Eddie,” she said slowly standing. “ You’re being weird, why are you being weird?”

“ I’m not,” he said stumbling backwards over a plastic plant. “ I just-”

“ Have a boner,” she said, staring at his crotch. She assumed it was larger than averge, no man strut around like that if it wasn’t bigger than most men, but larger than average was an understatement. The bulge in his jeans made it clear that small was no metric that could be used to describe him.

He watched her stare, and realized that she was just as encapsulated with him as he was at her. He smiled at the thought of her getting all hot and bothered with the idea of him, she not so subtly crossed her legs.

“ You’re starring princess,” he smiled.

The nickname seemed to spark something in her because she walked past the drum set, sat on her bed and opened her legs. “ Why don’t you come over here and do something about it?” 

Eddie didn’t have to be  told twice, he pushed himself to a standing position, and crossed to her bed in one large step. He grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her into a kiss. You would think, with all the time he spent thinking about her lips he would be more prepared for what they felt like, but he had no idea. He pulled away because the intensity of the kiss was all too consuming, but Y/N looked up at him and and batted her eyelashes, and he couldn’t help but do it agin.

He jammed his knee in between her legs and felt her grind down on friction. Her hands reached for his studded belt, but she missed by a few inches, and grabbed his erection through his pants. He groaned loudy, and she smiled, pulling away so she could see, and he couldn’t help but watch.

Her small delicate hands undid the harsh studded black belt and pulled it lose. Her dainty red fingertips pulling his button loose, and slowly pulling down his zipper. Before he knew it he was flat on his back, as Y/N had flipped him over, and was pulling his pants down by the loops, leaving him in his plaid boxers. He only had a moment to be embarrassed, before Y/N palmed him through the thin cotton. He groaned loudly, and rose to rest on his elbows and watch.

Y/N didn’t know if she could wait any longer, so she jerked his boxers off and stared at it with wide eyes. “ Jesus christ, Eddie,” she said.

He had a sinking gut feeling, “ What? We can stop?”

“ Eddie, it’s fucking huge. You walk around like this all day?” she said, she was honestly perplexed. She had seen her fair share of dicks, some smaller, others larger. But never this large, and she had never found herself intimidated at the sight of one.

“ Only for you honey,” he whispered, biting her lips.

She gleamed at the nickname and grabbed his dick, globbed a large spit on the tip and stroked it slowly. 

“ You’re gonna kill me princess,” he said, as she stroked faster, before taking the head in her mouth and sucking harshly.

It had been a long time since he got a blowjob so he unintentionally bucked into her mouth. “ Sorry, “ he whispered, “ Sorry, you feel good, damn.” he groaned.

She pulled off, “ it’s okay, just take a breath before you have a stroke,” she said, bending over again, and taking all of him in her mouth.

He groaned and unintentionally bucked as she sucked him down to the base, and fondled his balls with her hands, he lasted only 2 more minutes before he forced her away with a light handed tug on either sides of her face. 

“ Keep that up and I’ll finish before we get started princess,” he mumbled. He watched Y/N react to the nickname, so rose to his elbows again and cocked his head to the side, and smiled. “ You like when I call you princess?” he asked, “ you want to be my princess?” he asked as Y/N rose to straddle him, nodding rapidly.

She wanted to be his in every way, she wanted to be his biblically, in a way that is concerning to god. He grabbed her hips under her shirt, “ You want me to treat you like a princess?” he asked. “ You want me to treat you like a lady?” he asked. 

His hands squeezed her sides gently, and in one swift motion she was flat on her back. “ Some lady,” she whispered.

“ My lady,” he whispered.

She keened at the idea, his lady, his girl, Eddie Munsons girl.

[shieldofiron]

Hello

But what about Steve who got kicked out by his parents when he came out as bi and somehow made it to California and ends up doing sex work and finds it is something he is good at and having a huge dick is good for something for a change. He also does some high end escort work too cos he knows all the etiquette stuff, thanks to his upbringing.

He's got his regulars, men and women, and a little apartment and there's this golden guy who looks like a freaking god who goes past every morning on a run, super early, when Steve has a coffee on his balcony. Steve starts thinking about him when he's jerking off or when he's with clients, he can't help himself.

And then one day he shows up at this fancy hotel to be some rich guy's escort for the night and it's the guy he's been seeing run past his balcony every morning.

Mr Hargrove, CEO of something.

Anyway, that's what I was thinking about just now while I was waiting for you to tell me the super sad bit of your idea.

<3

The request is kind of weird.

Normally people request him in lingerie, something filmy and sexy that frames his body. When it's not that it's suits, from a casual sports coat all the way to a tuxedo, and he keeps it all in his closet.

"You know what it means?" Angela's gum snaps on the phone.

"Green basketball shorts?" Steve scratched his temple, "Not really. I think I have some from high school."

"Well, if they're tight," Angela said, "And he said sneakers. High white socks."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Okay. Weirdo. Did he say anything about sex acts?"

"Anal," Her gum pops.

"No shit, it's a guy," Steve rolls his eyes.

"He just asked what you looked like, honestly. Wanted a guy with brown eyes, brown hair, real pretty," Angela clicked her long nails against the counter, "Other than the outfit he wasn't too talkative. Sexy ass voice. He requested you specifically. Got all perked up when I said the name. Stephan the King only."

Steve shrugged, "Okay. Whatever."

Most of the time he wasn't too concerned with what his clients wanted. He was flexible in more ways that one, happy to bottom or top or escort them to the opera or just listen. Most of the time, the job was just listening, even during sex. Finding out what people liked and being that came naturally to him. He was good at bullshit, as Nancy would say. He was a great hooker.

He'd made his job bullshit. He got paid an ungodly amount by the hour to spread his legs or spread someone else's, and he was good at it. Hooked up with an agency that specialized in high quality work, and kept the total weirdos away from him.

His roommate Jason Carver had a good hand with the weirdos anyway. He was always getting the odd calls where he had to dress up in costumes and came home to their apartment at odd hours, covered in weird substances, his legs shaky until Steve made him take a shower. Last night it had been grape jelly.

And so here Steve was, not covered in jelly, sitting in a plush hotel room in Malibu with his Hawkins high shorts pushed down his thighs, trying to finger himself and thinking about his favorite spank bank material.

Steve didn't know the guy's name, but he called him the runner. Always running at 5 am, long blonde curls streaming behind him. He looked like the models on the covers of those Johanna Lindsay romance novels, the practically-bondage porn that he'd devoured in high school during sleepless nights.

He imagined the running slowing down when he got to Steve's balcony, his bronze skin gleaming and his blonde beard hiding a devilish smirk.

The smirk may be borrowed... maybe the shorts have him remembering some other sleepless nights in high school.

Steve is loose, last night he was working with a couple, and so he's pretty stretched out, which means he can concentrate on just relaxing, brushing his fingers ever so softly over his prostate as he imagines the runner smirking, his voice a hazy blend of movie stars and devilish California drawling.

He kicks up his feet on the bed, working himself shamelessly in time with his finger's motions. He rolls the tip of his pointer over the small nub of his prostate while he works a fourth finger inside.

The alarm on his watch goes off and he makes a winded noise, halfway between a whine and a groan. He was just getting to the good part of the fantasy, where the runner would position him, ass up, over his tiny Venice balcony and eat him out like he was trying to make Steve cum before the dawning of the apocalypse. He would rub his face all over that golden beard, ride him like a stallion. Steve rode his fingers through one more wave, heat crashing down his spine, before he pulled out, tugging up his shorts over his painful erection and rushing to the bathroom to wash his hands and check his hair.

He didn't have to do all this prep but it made his job more enjoyable. Most clients didn't want to go through a lot of foreplay, obviously. But he did like coming too, and it wasn't like he was taking ten clients a night. Might as well have fun.

He was all positioned on the bed when the guy came in. Ready for the masc fantasy, legs spread, his arms on his knees. His dick was lewdly outlined by the tiny shorts, but he guessed they weren't going to the opera so that should be okay.

"In here," He called out, holding his breath until the guy came around the corner.

That devilish smirk fell right to pieces.

"Harrington," The man gasped, the word more breath than it was noise.

"Billy??"

"What are you doing here? Is it Max? Is she okay?" Billy's face is vulnerable, pale under his golden beard.

Steve thinks of the last time they'd seen him, driving off into the dead of the night while Max had cried. She'd begged for Steve's help to move Billy out, and the last he'd seen of Billy Hargrove it was just him chuffing Max on the chin, telling her to be brave.

"She's okay, I..." Steve shook his head, "I'm just here to meet a client."

"Client..." Billy ran a hand over his eyes, and then dropped it over his mouth.

"Yeah, sorry, they must have given me the wrong key at the front I'm supposed to meet-"

"Killian Handcock?"

Steve froze.

"Yeah," Billy sighed, "That's me."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Look, sorry for all this. I'll pay, of course, for your time," Billy began to dig in the pocket of his suit jacket.

"No, whoa, it's okay," Steve waved his hands, "It's okay."

"Obviously, you wouldn't-"

"We can still-"

Billy blinked at him.

"I just mean. It's fine, right. We know why we're here," Steve glances down at his outfit, "You really didn't know it was me?"

"Fuck," Billy dragged a hand down his face, "This is so fucking humiliating."

"No, really," Steve chuckled, "What high school crush am I supposed to be?"

The words are out of his mouth before he's fully able to think them through. It's all obvious later but in the moment, he's thinking of all the guys in their school with brown eyes... brown hair... real pretty...

Billy moves towards him, his face flashing angrily, and then he rears back, nearly slamming into the giant tv that dominates the far wall.

Startle response, Steve remembered from when Billy came back. If he so much as put his hands towards someone he would flinch, remembering what the Mind Flayer made him do.

Steve wasn't being a very good hooker. He wasn't listening. Wasn't thinking.

"You know," Steve sat back on the bed slowly, no quick movements. "I used to read these romance novels in high school. Kind of cheesy, definitely NOT always with the best consent. But... sometimes they'd have these tough guys, kind of take charge guys. And I used to imagine you... taking charge of me."

Billy just blinks at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Steve spread his legs, just casually.

"Is that what you used to imagine too?" Steve asked.

"Maybe," Billy says in a cracked voice.

"Tell me," Steve urged.

It takes Billy a moment, fumbling with his fancy wool jacket. He hasn't flashed the cash yet, but Richard Harrington's son recognizes an expensive suit when he sees it. Billy's got the money to pay.

Not that Steve's thinking much about payment when Billy starts talking, in that movie star drawl.

"Wanted you to fuck me. Me to fuck you. Wanted to turn you inside out and shake you like pants at the laundromat," Billy whispered, "See what falls out."

Steve bit off a moan that wasn't practiced, wasn't planned. They haven't touched for years. Not since after Starcourt, careful touches around Billy's healing body, friendly, boyish nudges. Nothing like this.

"Wanted to touch you," Billy's face is so raw with longing, blue eyes sparking, it's almost hard to look at, "Touch you all up and down those long legs. Wrap you around me like a scarf. Keep me warm. Indiana's cold as shit and you always looked so warm."

Steve spread his legs further, "I run hot."

Billy reached back and undoes his hair, and it's only as it streams down his shoulders that Steve realizes, almost chuckling if it wasn't for the open, bare way Billy's looking at him. Like Steve is some kind of dream come true.

And the thing is that Steve's a happy hooker. He's not looking for any pretty woman ending.

But... you know sometimes he imagines. Imagines a guy with long blonde hair pulling him close after sex and calling him honey, baby, sweetness.

Billy takes a step forward and Steve smiles at him.

"I'm assuming you don't want me scared, or nervous," Steve runs a hand up his knee.

Billy shakes his head.

"Boyfriend experience," Steve offers, but it doesn't sound like a question, because he's not asking.

Billy's telling him, in the trembling hand that finally finds it's way to Steve's knee, the heavy swallow when Steve tips his head back, letting Billy into his space.

Steve knows. He's listening.

"This a... you have rules..." Billy's voice is gruff, low. Barely heard over the hum of the ac and the distant traffic from the street below.

"I kiss," Steve cocks his head to the side, "I do just about anything. For you."

He runs his hand over the back of Billy's, just tracing the road map of his veins. The long route that led them both here.

"Billy," Steve breathes.

It was just like he imagined Billy Hargrove would kiss. Hard and rough and desperate, like they were about to be ripped apart. Maybe they were, because Steve was clinging too, and it wasn't bullshit. He was shocked to find it was true, every word of it.

He fell open on the bed, half smothered by Billy's bulk, and he reveled in it, wrapping his legs around Billy and tugging him until his full weight pressed Steve to the bed.

Billy broke their kiss with a rough pant against Steve's lips, "Don't wanna crush you, Pretty Boy."

Steve urged, tugging Billy harder, "What a way to go."

Billy's laugh felt different close up, and his beard was softer than it looked, tickling Steve's face. His kiss was hot, and he sank into Steve like a hot knife through butter.

Steve was used to having to work himself up, he forgot what a revelation it was to just kiss. They rolled around together like they invented it, gasping at tugging nips and sucked tongues like they had never done this shit before.

Billy cradled his face like he was trying to memorize it, barely even dry humping him.

And Steve was losing it a little, because the boyfriend experience never felt like this. Never felt like years of knowledge and a "be brave, shitbird."

Never like this.

He undressed Billy like his life depended on it, running his hands up and down Billy's scars and feeling like he could cry, or laugh or something. Somehow, Billy was now the slow one, holding him carefully, like Steve might break. And Steve was the animal, the cyclone, kissing Billy hard, rubbing up on him like a cat in heat.

Because it was Billy, Billy Hargrove, and he was murmuring about honey and sweetheart, and he was begging Steve in soft words to just, "let me take care of you, that's all I want. Want to wrap those legs around my head and drown in 'ya, Harrington."

Steve shook his head, trembling when Billy rolled his hands around Steve's cock through the shorts, pulling Billy closer with his legs.

"I'm ready," Steve whispered, "Want you inside of me. Please, Billy, let's not wait."

"M'Pretty Boy," Billy whispered back, sounding tortured. His brows were drawn up as if in pain, and he cradled Steve's cheek in one hand.

"Billy," Steve pulled Billy back by that long gorgeous hair, "Just fuck me. Please, God, I really want you to fuck me, please."

Billy had a slightly troubled look, but he nodded, tugging at Steve's shorts with gentle hands, chuckling softly when Steve reaches down and yanks them off roughly, losing them in the rumpled bed instantly.

Steve just rolled his legs up, not wanting to part before he gets into position and-

"Condoms," Billy gasped, his eyes jolting to Steve's face.

"Yes... fuck... sorry, yes, I have some, they're on the nightstand."

It's like dousing them both with ice water. Billy pulls back, looking at Steve and then looking down.

They sit there a moment.

"I want you to know," Billy said in a cracked voice after a long pause, his back to Steve. "I'm not a creep. I haven't thought of you in... in a long time. I don't like... hire guys and make them pretend to be you or nothing like that. I just..."

Steve waits, just listening. After a while he reaches a hand out and putting it on Billy's shoulder, rubbing slightly.

"I'm not a creep. I'm not gonna follow you home and t-throw you in a trunk or something-"

"Stop," Steve said, rubbing Billy's back in slow circles. "I don't think that."

"I just mean.... I'll pay," Billy said it gruffly, "If you have another client tonight, you gotta rush, that's ok. But if you have the night, I'll pay."

Steve looks down, catching a glimpse of Billy's hands, tangled together in his lap, holding the condom that he grabbed from the bedside table. He's just as beautiful as he used to be, maybe more so. He's got a layer of fat over his muscles that makes him look softer, his hair is long and soft, and even the beard, it takes away all his rough edges.

"I don't have to rush," Steve said. "Why'd you have me dress up, Billy?"

"I just saw someone, the other day. Been seeing him. In Venice. This guy, he's always wearing these loose robes and he hangs out on his balcony in the morning," Billy bit his lip, "Sometimes with a blonde guy. Boyfriend or something. Anyway, he kinda looks like you. And my boyfriend dumped me like a year ago, because I'm still a total freakshow. Issues on issues on issues. So I thought, fuck it. Why don't I just... be the freakshow I am."

"You're not a freakshow."

Billy chuckles, "Trust me. I am. Pining after a high school... nothing. You didn't even like me."

"I-"

"Don't pretend," Billy looks at him, eyes glistening, "Don't you bullshit me, Harrington."

"I'm not," Steve says, heart in his throat. "I'm not bullshitting. Haven't been from the moment you walked in here."

Billy says nothing, just looking at him.

"I don't have to rush," Steve shook his head. "And if tomorrow, you just leave, and there's money on the stand... that's totally cool. But I'm rushing because... because..."

Billy just watches. Listens.

"Because I'm really glad to see you again, Billy. Really glad. And I wouldn't mind," Steve steels himself for rejection, sucking in a breath. "Seeing you after tonight."

Billy's brow furrows, and he looks down at his hands again.

"Like... maybe for real. And I can wear actual clothes. And no one has to pay anyone. And I'll know who you are. You'll know who I am. And I'll take you back to Venice to meet my roommate, who you already fucking know, I think."

Billy's blinking hard, and it takes Steve a moment to realize he's crying.

"Billy," He whispers, "Honey. Sweetheart."

Billy reaches out and cradles Steve's cheeks, pulling him into his lap and then into a kiss.

"I don't think you're a creep, Billy," Steve wraps his legs around Billy, and holds him safe and warm, "I know you. I know you."

Billy makes a wounded noise, like he doesn't know if that's a good or a bad thing. But then he starts running his hands down Steve's chest, tugging on his chest hair and rolling his nipples between his fingers, and Steve goes kind of cock dumb and wild again, rolling his hips, seeking to get closer. He wants Billy to press him to the bed, crush him with his weight.

It's just a happy blur, punctuated by moments of crystal clear sweetness. Billy presses his cock inside of Steve after a long, leisurely, lovely trip between Steve's legs. It turns out his tongue really is magic like the girls used to write on the bathroom walls. Steve's heart is beating like a jackhammer and he's sweating like he did so long ago in high school, his hair flopping in his face as Billy drives into him hard.

"You used to look so fuckin' cute in these little shorts," Billy growled, "Put them on again. Wanna push them to the side, get you all fucked out and gorgeous. Want you to cum in them, pressed all up against the waistband."

And maybe Jason's rubbing off on Steve because he does, slides the somewhat wrecked shorts over his sweaty ass and flops back on the bed. He practically presents his ass on a Hawkins green platter, moaning all slutty.

"Used to dream about them every night," Billy rubs him through the shorts, "Used to think about you in the hospital. When you would wear that fucking family video vest and come drive Max. You got me through physical therapy."

Steve looked over his shoulder, still working his ass back on Billy's cock, "I still have the vest."

"Fuck... fuck..." Billy actually covers his face with his hands, "Is this real? This is real right, not fake bullshit?"

Steve's literally got a cock in his ass, and it's normally not how he does stuff, but he looks back, because seriously?

"Billy. I said I wanna see you? I like you? Now can you please keep fucking me, I'm so close."

Billy finally smiles that smile, that devilish grin, "At your service, Sweetheart."

And then he rocks his hips up and back in a way that presses right against that sweet spot that makes Steve see stars. He cums so hard it does soak into the shorts like Billy said, and Billy rubs it in messily, groaning and pressing his head to Steve's back.

Steve goes boneless on the bed, not even moving when Billy pulls his softening cock out and gets up.

There's a moment when Steve's heart skips a beat that he thinks Billy's gonna slap down an envelope of cash and ask him to leave. And that would be fine. Could be totally fine.

But instead he tugs the covers back and helps Steve under, wrapping his arms around Steve and holding him close to his heart.

"You meant that, about seeing me again?" Billy says softly.

"Yeah, weren't you listening?" Steve plays with the silver medallion that hangs across Billy's collarbone.

"Yeah, I was listening," Billy kisses Steve's temple softly, and Steve's heart flutters like a cartoon duck. "How about we start with breakfast tomorrow. I got a good amount, let's give someone the tip of their life. And I think you need waffles. Pancakes. Whatever the hell you want."

Normally, Steve would call bullshit. But Billy's got a Cartier tank ticking where he tucks a sweaty lock behind Steve's ear. And he knows Billy. He trusts him.

Steve tugs on the necklace until Billy gets the hint and draws him into another filthy kiss.

Steve's normally a pretty good hooker. He's not looking for a Pretty Woman ending.

But it turns out he's a bit of a sucker for the boyfriend experience.

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This got WAY long. I'll proably put it up on ao3. @intothedysphoria and @dragonflylady77 be proud of me plz.

[mayakern]

I'm SO excited for your new clothing line! I'm so excited for the shirts because I've always struggled to find crop tops to go with your skirts that don't look too fancy or too revealing (the wrap shirts you did before were very lovely but were just too low cut for me to be comfortable wearing). But the shirts in the photos so far look perfect! And knowing how high quality your clothes always are, I don't have to worry about them being see-through like most mainstream clothes brands do to women's shirts these days.

And I'm SUPER excited about the socks! I used to love wearing thigh-high and knee-high socks but once I gained weight I no longer could. I'm so excited to finally have some that will actually fit around my thighs!

All this to say that I can't wait to see what your team has in store! Thank you guys for always providing us heavy set ladies with wonderful clothes! 💜

aw thank you so much, im so glad that you're excited for the new line! 🥺🥺 we've put a LOT of work into it and ngl i am mega anxious since it's stepping completely away from the illustrated apparel we/i've become known for.

still, i really love the pieces we've created and i hope y'all do too!!

[scarlet--wiccan]

Re: queer shit in Agatha: how is it really (in your opinion, if it’s not too soon to say)? I saw Aubrey Plaza say it was going to be the queerest mcu project, and well. I don’t think anything has even come close to runaways, which still managed to fumble incredibly when it came to xavin. I think the mainline stuff is pretty pointedly un-queer. I still can’t wrap my head around making Phyla (and America) children, NTM both times someone said a thor movie would be knock your socks off gay only to be incredibly overwhelming at absolute best

Not that it would in anyway negate the hideous racism and antisemitism, but it would be just a little vindicating if it also ended up being homophobic and/or queerbait-y after listening to certain people insist they have to support it bc there’s no other media in the history of the world centering on queer witches (/s)

By definition, it's not queer baiting. There are definitely gay people and gay relationships in the show. Locke's character is gay and has a boyfriend, who will appear in an upcoming episode, and although it's not explicitly confirmed yet, it genuinely does seem that Agatha has romantic history with Plaza's character, Rio.

And not for nothing, but there are at least three gay/bi actors on the cast, and out of the six main characters, four of them are gay or bisexual in the source material. The whole bit about this being the "gayest Marvel project"* does feel kinda cringey and I know it's hard not to be cynical, but from a purely numbers perspective, I don't think it's untrue. I can't speak to the quality or context of that representation yet, but I think that's more of a writing problem than anything else--we're already halfway through the series, and I feel like I barely know anything about the characters or their backstories besides, randomly, Alice, who has the least amount of material in comics.

To be honest, I don't think that the show is going to go out of its way to explore, like, queer narratives or experiences. I think the intention was to simply have a lot of characters who happen to be gay, and I do think that's something Shaeffer, et al have been pretty clear about. However, it's obvious that they're trying to capitalize off of the buzz that this generates, and it is really hard to not feel cynical about that when Disney/Marvel have done this so many times in such a tokenizing fashion.

For the record, I know people like to draw parallels between the history and persecution of "witches" and LGBT people, but I find it disingenuous, or at least, not historically truthful. People get too caught up in the modern fantasies and feminist narratives about witchcraft-- which are rewarding in their own right-- to engage with the actual history of that word. In the process, I think they do a disservice to the real women and people of marginalized genders/orientations who may or may not have stewarded those practices, or been affected by that persecution-- which I'll remind you, typically had more to do with colonialism and abuse of power than actual faith or magic.

Those narratives are absolutely reflected in Marvel comics, and in fact, Agatha herself typifies this convention. But I think what's happening on the show is so flattened and reductive, that there's little room for nuance and interpolation. And it's a real shame, because when you have a cast of characters with preternaturally long lives, there is an opportunity to look at other time periods, and really breathe life into what it was like to be a marginalized woman at various points in history. But based on what we saw in Wanda/Vision-- the reductive display of colonial New England + rampant anti-Blackness, antisemitism, and anti-Romani racism-- I just don't have high hopes.

To me, that's what really chafes about the cast and crew's attempt to spin this "witches are queer" narrative. But I don't feel that I'm being baited on the literal presence of gay people, and there's no reason for anybody to have any illusions about that.

*in the quote you cited, Plaza and the interviewer do not use the word 'queer,' they use the word 'gay.' In this context, I don't really think it's that deep, but I wanted to take a moment to say that those words and identities are not interchangeable, and I think it's best practice to quote people accurately, especially when they're expressing gender or sexual identity.

[evangelinesbible]

MY STYLE ICONS AS MY PLACEMENTS

TAURUS VENUS/TAURUS MC/ VIRGO RISING

CHER/ DIONE “CLUELESS”

FRAN FINE “THE NANNY”

All three of these ladies are known for their impeccable style. Cher being more innocent and wearing more modest clothes, Dione being a little less innocent and wearing more bold styles and Fran being the queen of wearing more grown and flashy clothing but still making them appear classy. All three I like to embrace. Their outfits never look uncomfortable or something they force themselves to wear for the sake of beauty, they know what accentuates them well and they wear accordantly. Their outfits are planned out and are usually matchy. Even their more laid back styles are still feminine and fashionable. All three are also known for wearing either, blouses, pencil skirts, pleated skirts collard shirts, tights/high knee socks, layers, matching sets, vest, pumps, and monochrome outfits.

VIRGO RISING/ VIRGO JUPITER 1H

CLEO DE NILE “MONSTER HIGH”

She rules her school for a reason. Cleo is known for wearing mostly gold and teal (and I’ve never met a Virgo placement that doesn’t look good in gold) she expects perfection in everything she wears because she cares deeply about how she looks. I mean she is a royal and just like Leo placements Virgo placements also carry very regal qualities to them. Out of all the monster high girlies I always gravitated more to her because of her style and for the fact that I love gold. I think I only own one pair of silver earrings. Shoot even my prom dress was gold. When I feel like embracing Cleo I’ll try to wear gold jewelry, wear purple eyeshadow (which is also a regal color and a color I associate with Virgo), teal and black pieces, form fitting outfits, platform wedges asymmetrical/subversive clothes and big earrings that makes me stand out

SAGITTARIUS MOON/ 10H LILITH

AALIYAH AKA “PRINCESS OF RNB”

MICHIKO “ FINDING PARASIDO”

(Fun fact Michikos character design is based off of Aaliyah)

The free spirited women in my life. Their style is everything to me and lately the style I’ve been rocking (but that’s mostly because of work lol) Aaliyah was mostly known as a tomboy unlike Michiko who wore more skimpy/edgier outfits. But both are incredibly sexy in either styles. Sagittarius moons tend to be very free spirited and Aaliyahs personal style was very much that. 10H Lilith’s tend to be very villainized, for appearing sexy or embracing their sexuality and just like Michiko they DGAF! She will wear anything she wants and not apologize for it. Both women were naturally confident in their style. Baggy jeans, fitted cropped tops, bandanas, low cut/ strapless tops, vintage shades, varsity/leather/jean jackets, smokey makeup, oversized overalls, jumpsuits, and boots are what they both kill at and what I kill at as well ;)

Who’s your style icon? 💋

-⚜️💫⚜️

[joeseventies]

RTC characters as quotes my friends and i have said

Mischa: "Go get your ears hear-ed."

Constance: "Today I got out of my mom's car and I fell and I said 'weeee' before I fell."  

Penny: "And they sit in the windowsill and just stay completely still and they stare."

Ricky: "How giant… is the Uno."

Noel: "Meh." Ocean: "Meh? What does that mean?" Noel: "Its like shrugging, but with my voice."

Penny: "If I had a nickel for everytime I swallowed a nickel, I'd have exactly one nickel."

Ricky: "Everytime a phone rings, nitrogen gets its wings."

Mischa: "Too fast for the eye movement."

Constance: "I think that's legit the flavor." Ocean: "Flavor? Do you EAT your handsanitizer?" Penny: "I do."

Constance: "Dont threaten me about my socks! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Ricky: "Careful there J.D." Mischa: "Who's that?" Ricky: "You dont know who J.D. is?" Mischa: "Isn't he from Warrior Cats?"

Noel: "You have the IQ of soft toast."

Penny: "I'm not a criminal, I'm just a drug dealer."

Mischa: "If I'm an idiot, then you're a ghost."

Constance: "You're not stinky."

Noel: "He’s like a very Italian pepperoni pizza. But british."

Ricky: "I'm shoving my gay up my pants."

Mischa: "Everybody gangsta till they tongue starts feeling weird."

Ricky: "Imma great mafia talk. Meow shmeow."

Penny: "3 people voted. God is dead."

Ricky: "Homosexual bad grr"

Noel: "I am not fucking watching Glee."

Ricky: "Remember: When fire strikes… Gay out and slay out!"

Noel: "They're still gnomes, I don't care if they're gay."

Ricky: "Happy Birthday, here's my AIDS."

Constance: "Chocolate MILF? I like women."

Ocean: "What's under my eyes? That's right. Abstinence."

Mischa: "I will only shake my ass for the POPE!!"

Ricky: "Run me over with your car, oh baby."

Ocean: "Give me your paper, you infertile gold digger."

Noel: "You're the one staring at my donut like a pedophile staring at a playground."

Penny: "Its not vandalism if it's fun."

Mischa: "Do you wanna check out my ass? For one second?"

Constance: "Straight people can be kinky too."

Ocean: "I'm literally a lobster. Lobsters don't have airpods."

Ricky: "Another day, another slay."

Mischa: "Don’t pull up on me. I'll pull up on your mouth."

Penny: "I know where your heart is."

Ocean: "You want my life to be miserable because you won't give me a penny?"

Penny: "I can feel every fiber in your body."

Noel: "Do as I say, not as I say."

Penny: "Does your fish want to paint? Woop woop woop."

Ricky: "Do you guys like my ring? Just kidding it's a pink monkey."

Mischa: getting choked "That was good form."

Ocean: "Let me put my hand in your pocket and show you I'm not gay."

Penny: "I always make people look away. Whether it be with my face or my actions."

Constance: "Little donuts on my math paper make me anxious."

Penny: "I've been craving water since 2nd grade."

Ocean: "Turn on your brains. Turn on your ears. Cause it sounds like they're not on."

Penny: "So health or religion?" Ricky: "Communism."

Mischa: "They word in such a way that words should not or should word."

Mischa: “Wait Stuart Little is Shakespeare?”

Noel: "You know how much I'd kill myself??!??!"

Penny: "Yep that's some high quality cocaine."

Noel: "Youre pissing me off." Ocean: "You're pissing me on."

Ocean: "You're gonna end up on an episode of forensic files."

[vardhaanfashion]

The Essential Guide to Men's Socks: Styles, Trends, and Quality

Socks are a fundamental part of men's wardrobes, offering comfort, protection, and a touch of personal style. This guide explores various types of men's socks, current fashion trends, and highlights Vardhaan Fashion, a leading manufacturer and supplier based in Delhi, India.

Types of Men's Socks

Understanding the different types of socks helps in selecting the right pair for any occasion:

No-Show Socks: Designed to remain hidden beneath shoes, these socks are ideal for loafers or low-cut sneakers, providing a sockless appearance while maintaining comfort.

Ankle Socks: Ending just above the ankle, these are suitable for athletic activities and casual wear, pairing well with sneakers.

Quarter Socks: Reaching above the ankle but below the calf, quarter socks offer additional coverage and are often used in sports.

Crew Socks: Extending to the mid-calf, crew socks are versatile and popular for both casual and formal attire.

Mid-Calf Socks: Also known as trouser-length socks, they are typically thinner and worn with formal shoes.

Knee-High Socks: These extend up to the knee and are often used in formal settings or specific uniforms.

Over-the-Calf Socks: Providing maximum coverage, these socks are ideal for formal occasions, ensuring no skin shows when sitting.

Compression Socks: Designed to improve circulation, they are beneficial for long periods of standing or travel.

Athletic Socks: Engineered for sports, they offer features like moisture-wicking and extra cushioning.

Dress Socks: Thin and sleek, dress socks complement formal attire, often in neutral colors or subtle patterns.

Novelty Socks: Featuring unique designs and vibrant colors, these socks allow for personal expression.

Boot Socks: Thicker and longer, boot socks provide comfort and warmth when wearing boots.

Current Trends in Men's Socks

Men's sock fashion has evolved, with several notable trends:

Bold Colors and Patterns: Bright hues and intricate designs are in vogue, allowing men to showcase individuality.

Sustainable Materials: Eco-friendly fabrics like organic cotton and bamboo are gaining popularity due to environmental concerns.

Statement Socks: Socks with unique patterns or messages serve as conversation starters and reflect personal style.

Athleisure Influence: The blend of athletic and leisure styles has brought sporty sock designs into everyday fashion.

Retro Revival: Vintage-inspired socks, such as those with stripes or classic patterns, are making a comeback.

Choosing the Right Socks

Selecting appropriate men socks involves considering factors like material, occasion, and personal style:

Material: Cotton offers breathability, wool provides warmth, and synthetic blends can enhance durability and moisture-wicking properties.

Occasion: Formal events call for dress socks in neutral tones, while casual settings allow for more expressive designs.

Fit and Comfort: Proper fit prevents issues like slipping or bunching, ensuring comfort throughout the day.

Vardhaan Fashion: Excellence in Sock Manufacturing

Based in Delhi, India, Vardhaan Fashion is a leading manufacturer and supplier of a wide range of socks, including men's, women's, and children's varieties. Their commitment to quality and innovation has established them as a trusted name in the industry.

[amityhosiery]

[hypergamiss]

What’re vintage pieces (of anything!) that you’d recommend we invest in? For myself I’ve been into buying Ralph Lauren shirts, and other “business casual” “old money” clothing. I’m also investing in good shirts, socks, etc. I’m planning on having a great, versatile wardrobe. Do you have any suggestions on what other clothing items I should invest in/other vintage items worth our money?

I love this for you!

Not sure if we are talking about real vintage (40yrs+) or vintage as in purchasing clothing that is considered timeless? Or both?

I created sort of this hierarchy for how much money I invest in my clothes. My core items that can easily fall under a "capsule wardrobe" category are where I drop the most money. I know that they will be heavily used and will last me. The pricing varies, sometimes my tailor will let me know that they got a hold of high-quality fabric and have pieces made to fit me with amazing stitching and structure. Other times I will find amazing items in boutiques that are based in wealthy areas or come across someone who specializes in making custom items like a shoemaker. I have ordered online as well from brands that are considered ethical as long as their fabric and stitching are great as well. I sometimes work with a personal shopper or stylist who knows what I like and will snatch the items for me since they're constantly at stores/boutiques/courtiers and have connections that I do not have in the fashion world. When it comes to very expensive dresses I prefer to rent them through a stylist or whoever has the item I want to wear, usually a designer of course.

I do have some good items from Ralph Lauren, but I tend to like Brooks Brothers more. I feel that they have fewer clothes for women than men but when I do find something good I like it a lot more than my RL pieces. Lately, I've had some items from Carolina Herrera in the back of my mind and I'm trying to decide if I need them as much as I want them😅 I can talk about this topic for days!

I don't think there is a right or a wrong way, as long as it's good quality and serves its purpose it's worth investing in. This is just my opinion on clothes, jewelry/accessories is a whole other topic!

[drippingheart]

The deal was the child's compliance would assure his sister's safety, and they were precisely that — safe . . with no real intervention required on the strange teenager's part. Regardless, the Zen'ins wanted Fushiguro Megumi for the pearl of power contained in the otherwise plain and ordinary clam shell, and Tsumiki falling into malicious hands as a tool of leverage was possibility enough for heavy intervention, apparently. If they wanted him so badly, why hadn't they found him already?

Megumi believed the rather rash action was based on pity instead of concern, and if the gifts Gojō Satoru @thehonoredwon showered the children with were any indication of the wealth he harbored, he must have looked down at the apartment which resembled more like a shack that the children were abandoned in. Frankly, Megumi was completely fine living in a cardboard box, but he wanted the best for his sister; she did not deserve being abandoned; neither did Megumi, of course, but he did not consider his own suffering. Why would a stranger want to help us? Tsumiki's concerns were well-founded yet she, a normal human, seemed to hold insight into the soul of another person.

Satoru was deemed trust worthy after several chats. Megumi felt they had choices while his sister felt they did not. The money left in their care was already draining steadily, resulting in both children working chores around the apartment complex to pay for the little things . . such as food. Megumi liked their old place though — it was the closest thing he had to a home. It wasn't too horrid despite the water stains, random instances of the water heater not functioning, the pest infestation, thin walls, and overall unsafe neighborhood. Megumi had heard and see plenty of unsavory things.

Thugs stopped by in expensive cars and harassed both women and men and unexplained blood stains were often marring the front steps of the apartment complex. Sure, the child would have liked quiet but that was not a defining quality of Tokyo. He was familiar with the place, and their elderly next door neighbor who came to address herself was their grandma displayed a sweet and protective demeanor from the moment she spotted the children. Tsumiki had been the most distraught about leaving granny behind. Megumi always wondered what circumstances led to a seemingly sweet woman to live alone in such conditions, but she had been kind nonetheless; he would miss her.

All of the children's items fit into several boxes, most of which were school uniforms and supplies. Tools, appliances, and furniture were all extremely dated, falling apart, and had been left behind by their parents. Satoru assured the children they would get brand new things, yet there was a sadness in leaving behind the rice cooker despite two of the dials no longer working. Abandoned just like they had been. Tsumiki held her brother's hand tightly as if she was trying to reassure him it would be okay, and Megumi did not have the heart to pull away from her grasp.

She needed it more than he. Tsumiki's worries were erased and replaced with awe as she took note of how beautiful their new home was, even better than the homes of her friends. Meanwhile, the boy was stone faced as his stern green eyes looked to and fro. Shoes were toed off at the entrance before the duo padded around. Once awe captured her completely, she released her brother's hand to run around. Sock clad feet padded around with high enthusiasm while Megumi stuck to moving at a snail's pace with hands inside the pockets of yellow shorts.

❛ Beds! We get our own beds! Megumi-chan, look! ❜

No more sleeping on futons . . it would be his first time sleeping in a bed, as far as Megumi's memory could recollect. At his sister's insistence, Megumi moved down the hall to the right and looked inside the rooms with their door ajars, even the full bathroom was impressively nice. A hand of dread twisted his belly. Megumi felt it was too much. The smallest o frowns touched his lips as he turned his head to look at the beaming ivory haired sorcerer. He didn't look long as he was continuously being coaxed by his sister. Tsumiki appeared to have picked her own room by tossing her backpack onto her bed. The boy said nothing and continued to grip onto the straps of his own backpack.

❛ Pizza! I love pizza! ❜

Megumi thought it was alright. Tsumiki opened and closed the closet doors, peered beneath the bed, and even played with the curtains while her brother returned to the living room. What did Satoru expect of him to give them such a place? Their own bedrooms with their own beds? Despite being a little boy, he walked around like an elder harboring some serious grudge. He sat down on the very edge of the sofa cushion and looked out the window which gave an unobscured view of the sky. Little hands still gripped his backpack straps. HIs sister ,with a smile more blinding than the sun, returned to stand in front of Satoru and then bowed politely.

❛ Thank you, Gojō-san! ❜

[cacklingblobbittyrabbitty]

super super unhinged rainbow magic post 9 of 12

If you thought the creation of an entire backstory for Bethany the Ballet Fairy was extreme please brace yourself further it’s gonna get EVEN BETTER

SPORTS FAIRIES

Helena

She do be riding horses doe - she’s doing the dressage babey and she’s a successful medal winner!

This is top quality shit man

Favourite part: sparkly boots!!!

Least favourite part: kill me the necklaces are back

Cute hairnet tho we love some safety!

Francesca

First braids! Whoop whoop! However some of the beads are not attached to her braids lmao

I want the hair to be a darker brown colour as well tbh

Necklace ew murder murder death death death

Shoes don’t match her outfit and it HURTS

Apart from that the outfit is basic but cute (crop makes it cute)

Pulls off the knee-high footie socks surprisingly well

HEADCANONS:

Dynamic attacker (not defender thank you very much), she kisses her girlfriend on the field, and she plays for brazil

Zoe

YESSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL DYNAMIC

Why is her left skate so fat has she broken + taped her ankle? This is canon now that she has, bitch has broken EVERY bone possible

The fingerless gloves are INCREDIBLE

I’m glad about the lack of elbow guards because they would reduce the pointiness of her elbows which are the single most effective murder weapon in fairyland

I love the stars! It’s so 80s and cheesy and I love them!

Why is her necklace a roller skate wheel though (rolls eyes)

Dyed hair?? A queen

A great red

She dyed it to match her skates!

COMMITTED TO HER SPORT also she has a trophy wall plus she roller-derby-murders women in her spare time and she’s happy about it

HEADCANONS:

Naomi - there is no netball in the united states (there is no war in ba sing se)

Can’t believe that this girl has bunches, ribbons AND a headband!!! It’s overkill imo

The necklace is a decent size but AS PER FUCKIN USUAL would be better if not there

Trainers are cute

It’s a netball outfit! At least it’s cuter than my high school netball outfits, but that’s because it’s a middle-class-ass netball outfit but I do like the peppiness

Strong use of colour! Thumbs up!

Trans girl that secretly wants to be a horse girl (gasp but like fair enough horses are objectively cooler than netball, even though she plays for the school team)

Hey you definitely Do Not Remember Bethany the Ballet Fairy’s chin shape but Naomi has the same one which means SHE IS BETHANY’S LITTLE SISTER

HEADCANONS:

Samantha (swimming)

The grey streaks are perplexing cos surely she’s not Old but honestly she is kinda rocking it, I love the hair but you Know it’s full of salt at all times

The use of goggles as a headband is decently cute!

Why does it have to be a two-piece if it’s going to cover the same amount of torso as a one-piece? I guess it makes going to the loo easy tho tbf

Very 2000s design omg

Fucking skirt could be cute but you can tell it feels so horribly artifical

Anklet is cute!

Barefoot QUEEN in tune with nature

Mum friend - she is the sunscreen queen, she has an straw beach bag entirely full of snacks, and she is so nice and chill   

She is not a professional swimmer AT ALL, she just goes to the swimming pool at the resort every year

Possibly the only straight fairy (experimented once with a girl but mainly likes men)

She knows breaststroke and doggy paddle and she thinks doggy paddle is a stroke

Everyone else is super fucking stressed out at the pool doing like actual lengths and exercise and Samantha is like do you want to come and do backflips with me in the deep end?

HEADCANONS:

Alice

The swirls are so cute! She definitely embroidered them herself

I want it to be a dress with a slightly higher waistline instead of a top with an overly long torso

Great job on a matching tennis racket that goes with your accessories - she painted it, DIY queen

Hair is BEAUTIFUL

Shoes are from the year 3000 omg so modernnnnn

The lil visor thing! Adorable! SO iconic

Alice is Naomi’s twin sister and Bethany’s younger sister, and she’s a massive girly girl. She’s the youngest child in the family, there’s not much pressure on her so she’s a chill kid. She’s cis and she’s a massive ally. Alice is absolutely the most likely out of everyone to go to the swimming pool with Samantha - Bethany never comes with her but 50% of the time Alice can get Naomi to come and hang out at the pool

Gemma

RHYTHMIC GYMNASTICS REPRESENTATION BABEY with the HOOPS and the RIBBON hell YEAH she definitely competes internationally

Outfit is bloody beautiful and it MATCHES HER HOOP

The yellow leggings are stupid but I like them

Her hair is in competition mode rn it is a good SOLID bun - the ribbon is for aesthetic only

Colour scheme showing support for Ukraine

Necklace is NOT gymnastics worthy full stop

[goodsfox]

5 Weekly Trending Products in TikTok (July 2023) 

Finding trending products to sell is an important part of running an online store. You need to know what goods will be popular before they peak. By ‘catching the wave’ you’ll be able to make money from growing sales rather than the product’s decline. But finding popular products to sell can be a challenge. That’s why we made this list to help you find trending products online.

Source: Goodsfox

In this list, you’ll find 5 trending products in TikTok that will activate your small business ideas in 2023-or maybe help you to discover a great product to add to your existing online store.

Top trending products to sell online in 2023

Browse our list of highest trending products in TikTok, you can use to start your online business.

01 3D mask

3D mask is a medical care and health care product that claims to be comfortable, breathable, and fit well on the face. It is made of non-woven fabric and comes in various colors.  

Source: Goodsfox (Store: Benyamook)

Source: Goodsfox (Store: Benyamook)

According to Goodsfox, there are two kinds of 3D mask ranking in the top five of the sales rank. The product from Benyamook tops the sales list, with 41,877 sales in the latest 24 hours, and a price of 12 THB (0.35 USD). The product from sanahfashion ranks fifth in the sales rank, with 12,950 sales in the last 24 hours, and a price of 19 PHP (0.37 USD). Both products have been listed since October 2022, but now the 3D mask from Benyamook has already been sold out and the other is still on sales.

Source: Goodsfox (Store: sanahfashion)

Source: Goodsfox (Store: sanahfashion)

02 Panty Women Underwear

The underwear is a product of Umiwear, a brand that sells women’s underwear and loungewear on TikTok. The underwear is made of ice silk Lycra, which is a high quality and comfortable material. And it comes in different sizes and colors, with a price of 30 PHP(0.58 USD).

Source: Goodsfox

Sales trend data from Goodsfox shows a significant increase in the sales of the underwear since early July. In the last 30 days, it has been sold 620,809 units, which is a 14.43% increase from the previous month. This indicates that the underwear is popular and in high demand among the customers.

03 Socks-Clothing

This is a pair of plain socks that are unisex and suitable for work or leisure. They are made of recycled cotton and a soft texture, which have a good breath ability and elasticity, and are durable and resistant to fading. The socks come in two sizes: short and medium, and fit shoe sizes EUR 38-44 or US 4-7. Besides, Various colors are available.

Source: Goodsfox

According to Goodsfox, The last 30 days witnessed a fluctuation in the sales trend of this socks, reaching its peak at 39,326 on June 19. And it has been sold 358,821 units in the last 30 days, a month-on-month rise of 36.64 percent.

04 Gentle Feminine Cleanser

This a gentle feminine cleanser called Milk Recipe. It is a low pH formula that balances the pH of the intimate area and contains natural ingredients such as betel leaf extract, chamomile extract, lactic acid, and ceramide. It claims to clean, reduce odor, and brighten the intimate area.

Source: Goodsfox

The new sales of the cleanser have increased by 800.76% from June 18 to July 17, 2023. Before increasing to its highest at 12,957 on July 14 and 16, the new sales of this products has already risen to 8,942 on July 4.

Conclusion

In conclusion, these are some of the trending products in TikTok that you can sell online in 2023. They are popular among the customers and have high sales potential. Whether you are looking for a new product to start your online business or a great product to add to your existing store, you can find inspiration from these products. You can also use Goodsfox to track the sales trends and ad creatives of these products and others. By doing so, you can stay ahead of the competition and catch the wave of the market demand.

[lennys-criticaldesign]

第２話 【前半】 - 異服 (queer clothes)

hello everyone, this is the first part of my series on conceptual samples which is all about (sustainable) fashion! the title 「異服」 is a play on the word 衣服 (i-fuku) meaning clothes and the character 異 (i) which stands for different or queerness. this post is for anyone who is sick of fast fashion, boring designs & heterosexual, cisgender norms that are embedded in fashion. interested in the concept of slow fashion, i will introduce you to 5 queer designers that embrace ecological, ethical & sustainable approaches to fashion.

i already have my 🌈gay socks🌈 on, so let's go!

Mark Baigent uses fashion to address social & political themes, creating gender-free clothing. although their designs might seem to engender either a more feminine or masculine appearance, in understanding gender as simply being human, Baigent’s clothes create gender-neutral silhouettes. these garments are not tailored to certain body types, thus they’re intended to be worn by anybody. they aim to design fashion that creates a dialogue between convention and avant-garde. minimalistic & geometric shapes characterize the clothes of the designer who supports slow fashion as well as sustainability. accordingly, Baigent makes a point of following fair trade ethics by using natural, locally sourced materials from which they craft the various clothing items in their small manufactury in bali.

the following collection focuses on the concepts “Gender Is A Lie” & “I Am Not Your Binary”. these two phrases can also be seen on several items. the collection embraces everything Mark Baigent stands for: gender-free & ethical clothing.

God Era by Nino Goderidze is a notable representative when it comes to ethical fashion. the designer who avidly supports sustainability has also worked on creating biodegradable vegan leather. she views the human body as an “object and inspiration for developing an organic art medium”. her work depicts a future of queered technology where the human becomes a genderless organism that possesses both natural & synthetic qualities. In this context, I want to introduce 2 of God Era’s collections: 

digital ark: in a post-apocalyptic future where humans have lost their physical state, the memories of every inhabitant of earth are preserved in the digital ark. with this collection, God Era seeks to criticize the consumerism intrinsic to the (mainstream) fashion industry which ignores its effects on the planet's resources in favor of making a profit. not only does this practice endangers the existence of human but also that of animals. hence, the collection features several items made from the designer’s vegan leather.

(white) apocalypse: the cyborg, half human & half robot, emerges as a hybrid organism from the human being who has been losing its humanistic features. this highly intelligent creature could be described as transhuman as it comes to possess superhuman abilities. this project is meant to reflect the chaotic nature of organisms’ evolutionary processes. 

Alectra Rothschild celebrates trans (& queer) identities through her fashion designs. she subscribes to the concept of subversive glamor & “decadent glamour in a rotten way”. she states, “the people I design for are like myself, trans people, and people who subscribe to glamour and femininity.” the designer describes her designs as “flamboyant, high femme, and quite shameless”.

people (some of them terfs) have criticized Rothschild’s work as relying on stereotypes and, in essence, constituting a caricature of femininity. however, as a matter of fact, the designer honors the impactful women in her life and puts femininity & femmes on a pedestal. in her work, she focuses on the idea of community before consumption. further, she uses various techniques when creating her designs that allow for her clothes to fit on many different bodies.

Rothschild’s collection Messages from the Stars is her “love letter to the trans community” & seeks to effect a shift from perceiving being trans as abnormal to appreciating the beauty & divinity of the trans experience & community. she explores the concept of multiplicity in oneself, drawing on the idea that context influences who we are in that moment. for this purpose, the designer created different characters that represent different aspects of herself that co-exist within her. These include the witch, the pirate & the showgirl, sporting outfits such as three-piece suits and burlesque minidresses.

“the point of the collection was to say that you can be a lot of things all at once. stop minimising yourself into one box when you can be 15 boxes.”

in another collection, Rothschild focuses on the lifestyle of people "at the fringes of respectable society", such as the djs, artists, drag queens & voguers. this collection embodies a mix of several different aesthetics, from drapery to bodysuits, showing Rothschild’s refusal to follow one clear style. As such, the danish designer distances herself from mainstream scandinavian fashion which is characterized by its clean & homogenous look. in Rothschild’s own words, “fuck the clean narrative! chaos reigns!”

Levau Shveldize focuses on LGBTQ+ activism with clothes & addresses queer oppression as he views fashion as a vital tool for communicating social or political messages. surrounded by conservative rules of behavior, he feels that the freedom of self-expression is severely limited, especially for queer people. for this reason, the aim of his work is to transform society’s hatred & fear of the LGBTQ+ community into understanding & acceptance.

“I want to cause a reaction with my collections”

the designer gets his inspiration & motivation from other queer people working in fields of his interest. Shveldize envisions that his clothing can enable (queer) people to express themselves free from heteronormative standards.

sustainable & ethical practices are of high importance to Shveldize as he recognizes that the fashion industry is among the biggest polluters in the world. his devotion can be seen in one of his “gender-fucking collections” where he presents unisex eco- & LGBTQ-friendly clothing. the garments are created by recycling & upcycling second-hand fabrics & materials; the designs are inspired by gothic art, social simulation games & pop culture, but also sexual fetishes. the items in this collection are characterized by asymmetrical cuts, the combination of different materials & experimental details.

in his collection The Interview with Death, Shvelidze reinterprets bedtime stories told by his grandfather, full of strange & beautiful creatures, as pink bloody nightmares. distorted see-through dresses, tight belts & blood drips imprint the feeling of fear into the different garments. with his grotesque & gender-fluid presentation, the designer intended to highlight the queer communities that are facing oppression in post-soviet georgia. 

Raffa Reuther is a self-described nonbinary dyke & an interdisciplinary artist working in the fields of fashion, photography & printmaking, among others. they create handmade garments from locally sourced materials with a focus on shape, identity, construction & play in their designs.

the designer criticizes the idea that one is expected to wear only clothing which flatters, as prescribed by patriarchy, one’s body shape. being someone whose existence defies binary notions of gender, Reuther seeks to present themself in a way that doesn’t conform to society’s expectation of feminine or masculine presentation. accordingly, Reuther designs their clothes to be worn by anyone of any gender & of any body size. the colorful garments are made for people to boldly express who they are, while at the same serving their practical purpose of, e.g. keeping warm & holding stuff, as well as go with the wearer’s existing wardrobe. there is an emphasis on fun, which can be seen in the combining of different fabrics & colors in the designs. this is meant to represent the unique personalities of the people who wear the garments.

i hope you enjoyed this little journey into queer & sustainable fashion 😊 (stay tuned for part 2)

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